Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Abbie

My mind was still reeling from the fact Gannon had driven all the way here. How I had missed him, but I knew it was wrong to have feelings for another when you had a mate. It was a betrayal. The worst sort of betrayal to the moon goddess to refuse the gift she had bestowed on us by giving us our mates.

Honestly, I never thought myself worthy of a mate, someone to love me unconditionally, until I met Kade. I missed him, and I wondered if it hurt him just as much as it did me when we were apart. For some reason, though, as I unpacked the groceries Gannon had brought back and dropped on my doorstep. I couldn’t stop thinking of Gannon.

I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face as I chewed on one of the strawberry clouds; he was always giving me candy at the castle. The fact he remembered these were my favorite had me smiling like an idiot before guilt sank in that I shouldn’t be thinking of Gannon, so I scolded myself for my reckless thoughts.

It felt strange seeing the cupboards with food in them. Kade brought a couple of bags every few days, but nothing like this. I was always rationing everything, and even then, it still wasn’t enough to last before he returned. It had been days since I last saw him, and he never stayed long, only a few minutes before saying he had to get back to work. This place was quiet, sometimes too quiet for my troubled mind, and it made me miss Ivy and Clarice more. I just needed to hold out a little longer and everything would be ok.

Packing the last of the groceries away, I decided to go bring the washing in; I only had these pants and the shirt, plus the clothes I came here wearing, which we’re currently on the clothesline. Having to hand wash them every day in the sink which was becoming really tiresome,

But I didn’t want my clothes dirty if he returned, yet the heat and sun wore me out faster each day. Being confined out here, I found I spent most of my time sleeping. The hunger always eased when I wasn’t awake to endure it, the same with the bond, and its yearning for my mate made the heart hurt less if asleep.

Stepping outside, I shielded my eyes from the sun that was slowly going down behind the trees. I split some sticks to make more pegs. Not even pegs were provided, and only half the clothesline still had wires which I had to fix myself. I couldn’t wait to finally be able to go to the packhouse.

Kade had told me all about it and told me how beautiful it was. I just needed to be patient, and soon I would be free to be with my mate and not be at threat of the pack war he was currently stuck in.

Checking the clothes, I see the hems are still wet, so I flip them on the clothesline and hang them up the other way. Another half an hour and they would surely be dry, and I could iron them for tomorrow. Walking back inside, I stop when I hear the sound of tires on gravel, and my heart leaps with excitement, hoping it is Kade.

When I turn around, I see the mysterious black Mustang parked at the end of the driveway again. I stare at it, wondering why they came here every day but never introduced themselves or got out.

However, I realized today was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She was gorgeous, with curly long blonde hair half pulled up. She had sunglasses covering her eyes, and she looked high class. Everything about her screamed money.

She walked around to the front of the car, her knee-high black boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on the hood. She had on a white cami and blue jeans. Her lips stained bright red from her lipstick.

She sits on the hood of the car, and I wave to her, wondering if she is a pack member and if I should say hello. Kade told me not to talk to anyone out here, so I remain where I am. She never waves back.

Instead, she only stares at me.

With one last glance over my shoulder, I rush inside, closing and locking the door. Not that it would do much. The door’s hinges were loose, and the bottom of the door was waterlogged and broken, making it challenging to shut and leaving a gap that the mosquitoes used to come in at night.

peer out the window at her, staying far enough back, hoping she couldn’t see me. She sat there for a while, then eventually left, making me wonder why she stopped here every day. Once she finally left, I let out a breath of relief. My afternoon was sort of like clockwork.

I nap before bringing the clothes in, then hang them up along the window curtain on a coat hanger. I remade my bed before grabbing the comic book Gannon had brought me. The pictures told a story about a cat with stripes. If only I could read, the images may make more sense to me, but I am thankful, nonetheless.

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