Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Read Mated To The King’s Ga*ma by Jessica Hall Chapter 91 – Abbie pov

It was as if everything was planned, and I knew I was right; I knew this had to be the hunter’s plan. One minute Clarice and I had just managed to settle the kids and feed them. The next, an explosion goes off, making us freeze as we stare at the double door leading to the corridor.

The ground shakes, and I look to Clarice frantically when more and more go off. I gasp, reaching for Tyson, when an entire wall inside the ballroom is blown out, and I am sent hurtling toward the wall opposite. The air was knocked out of my lungs as I twisted at the last second, taking the brunt of the impact, so I didn’t crush Tyson.

Screams ring out loudly as my head pounded from smashing against the stone walls; I force myself to my feet, looking around at the chaos when Clarice yells for everyone to get out just as another bomb goes off.

Panicked se**nts make a dash for the doors as Clarice rips them open, and I st**gger, my head spinning as I clutch Tyson, blood dribbled down my head, and every part of me felt batted as I stumbled out the doors, wondering whether or not to try to find Azalea when I hear her voice.

“Get to the tunnels!” My head whips up and turns in her direction just as Tandi and I rush out the doors. We meet up and take off along with the ser**nts that survived the blast toward the back doors.

“There are tunnels in the woods! There’s a bunker not far from here!” Clarice yells through the mind-link. Our feet pounded on the stone floor to the double doors that led toward the gardens when an explosion went off directly behind us, making me duck and cover Tyson’s head.

Trey yells through the link just as someone outside opens the doors. Everyone screeches to a halt, and Clarice shifts, snarling savagely as she puts her body between ours and the door. Yet when the doors open, it is Trey.

He waves us forward, and everyone piles out as he points toward the forest. Se**nts rush out, ducking their heads, and I race to catch up to Azalea, clutching Tyson. Yet I was bleeding and struggling to hold him. On the verge of dropping him, Trey took him from me before we all started racing toward the tree line and the cover of the trees.

we stumbled out, and I could feel Gannon was alive. I could feel he was okay through the bond. Turning back, I see Azalea running toward me, and I step aside. Azalea just managed to rush out the doors before the roof caved in

turned into a war zone. It was hard to tell our guards from

the small incline when I see Clarice stop up ahead. Oliver, whom I could see beside her, was holding her hand until Peter grabbed him and took off with

back at us, her eyes widened, and a blood-curdling scream left her as she looked past all of us toward the hill of the cemetery. My head turned, wondering what made her scream like that when

took off for the hill as Lycans fought men around us. She reaches out for

of my peripheral vision, I can see Gannon by the flat terrain before the hill down to the stables, fighting alongside his men,

grass; Logan rolls out of her arms, and she gets up, reaching for him just as I scream out to her as I watch the hunter lift his gun in her direction. My heart nearly stopped in

pointed at her, and a bullet whizzed past me and clipped her shoulder as she grabbed Logan. Azalea hisses but continues

now directly behind her with his gun trained directly on her back. I wasn’t going to let Azalea die, she had given up so much for me, and I was going to make sure she lived. She

I was punched in the center of my back, it stole my breath, and I jolted in her arms before seeing her eyes widen in horror, her lips

them work. Coldness began to spread from my

knew she would understand; it meant more than any other words spoken because it

lungs as numbness encroaches

No!” I hear her scream before I feel my eyes flutter shut when I feel Gannon’s heartbreak as the bond pangs with immense pain and his howl. I

Gannon pov

It broke every part of me, feeling her tether vanish, like losing a vital or**an, something you can’t