Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 88

Read Mated To The King’s Ga*ma by Jessica Hall Chapter 88 – I pull away, and his hands grip my thighs. “Relax, Love,” he mumbles against me when he starts purring. Only this time, his purr sounded different. It wasn‘t so much a sound but more of a feeling as it awoke some primal part of me I didn‘t know existed. Forcing calm over me, and as soon as it did, my body turned to putty in his hands, making me realize it had to be the calling thing Azalea had told me about Yet Gannon‘s mouth didn‘t let up when I reached some peak before an intense crescendo. My entire body tensed at the feeling before I crashed and fell blindly into bliss.

My entire body spasmed, my toes curled as it rocked through me in waves, and my inner walls fluttered and pulsated, making me cry out as he slowed, letting me ride out the intense pleasure that left my entire body exhausted and tingly..

When the feeling began dissipating, I found myself breathless as Gannon crawled up my body before kissing me, his tongue delved between my lips, and I could taste myself on his tongue, making me groan into his mouth.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, yet they felt so heavy they crashed back onto the bed. Gannon chuckles, pecking my lips before looking down at me as I yawn, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Gannon kisses my cheek and moves to hop off me when I grip his shoulders. “Rest; we can do more later,” he tells me, but I shake my head. That didn‘t seem fair, and I knew he was aroused. I could feel his c**k straining against his boxers as it pressed against me.

“But–” “I‘m fine, Abbie,” he whispers, moving away when I wrap my arms around his neck.

“But I want to,” I tell him before yawning again.

“Go to sleep,” he laughs, but I refuse to let go, wanting to give him something. He sighs, settling his weig ht back against me.

“What do you want to do then,” he asks, though it was clear he wasn‘t going to have sex with me when my eyes fell to his neck. Before I could even suggest it, my canines slipped free, protruding extremely fast as an overwhelming desire to mark him washed over me.

The next second they were in his neck, and he grunted. My eyes widen in shock as I feel them slip into his neck and through the muscle. I didn‘t even ask. I almost choked at the thought as his blood flooded my mouth and coated my tongue as panic coursed through me. His hand tangles in my hair.

“Shh, you can mark me,” he whispers and I seem to forget that he can feel me through his mark on my neck. I relaxed when I swallowed his blood and it was like every nerve ending burst in my body when the bond was forged. My entire body tingled, and my skin buzzed when overwhelming happiness flooded me, bringing tears to my eyes when I realized it wasn‘t mine but his.

Gannon POV

I was buzzing after Abbie marked me. Relief flooded me that she was officially mine and me hers. Making my way down to the King‘s office, I grip the door handle. It felt like forever ago that we went over everything; we were no closer to knowing what was going on.

“How is Abbie?” Kyson asks me as I sit down beside Damian; I couldn‘t help the smug smirk that slipped into place. I didn‘t have to say anything by the smile the King tried to hide when his eyes noticed my neck. He presses his lips in a line trying to hide his smile.

I clear my throat awkwardly. “Good, yep. Everything is good,” I chuckle.

“Azalea?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Damian and I were just discussing whether we should postpone the trip to Landeena,” the King answere d me.

“No word from Larkin?” I ask, and Damian and he both shake their heads.

“Nothing,” Kyson tells me, and I sigh, leaning back in my chair. Great, I was hoping we would have some news from Larkin. At least for Tandi’s sake.

“Do you want me to send Liam and Dustin to the Cypress in search of him?” I ask, but he shakes his head and sc ratches his chin as he thinks.

“Not yet. We will give him today if no answer by tonight, and he is still unreachable. We storm through the council,” he tells me, and I nod, trying to figure out this mess.

Damian gets up from his seat before pausing. “What is it?” Kyson asked him. He had been quiet since I s tepped into the room. He almost looked nervous.

“Tandi wants–” Kyson cuts him off with a wave of his hand dismissively.

“All the children that were adopted had their pictures taken. All documentation is in the cellars. She can h ave access to them. I will let the guards know,” Kyson tells him, and Damian nods.

“Do you really think Paige is one of the children?” I ask. Larkin could be lying, but I highly doubted it. He genuinely appeared disgusted with Tandi‘s claims and believed Brock

didn‘t kill his child.

“I hope so. If not–” Damian pauses, looking at me.

“If she isn’t, permission granted. You don‘t have to ask, not when it comes to children,” Kyson tells him, and Damian nods when I open the mindlink to him.

“Just say the word,” I tell him, letting him know if he wants Brock handled, Liam and I will take care of it.

“I may take you up on that,” he says, and I nod once before turning my attention back to the King.

If Tandi‘s daughter wasn‘t here in Valkyrie. The next place we would be going is to drag the information out of Brock by any means possible. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Damian leaves, and I go to follow him when Kyson calls out to me, making me stop.

“Ah, Gannon, a moment please,” he nods toward the door wanting me to shut it.

“Close the door; I need to speak with you,” he tells me, and I sigh, knowing already what this would be about; reluctantly, I shut the door and retake my seat.

“Sia?” he asks.

“Liam told you?” I ask, or maybe Abbie let it slip to Azalea, but Kyson shakes his head.

“No, Dustin did,” F**k, yet I nod my head, knowing Liam must have told Dustin, which I expect he would; they were together after all. I wasn‘t mad, though. A little head s–up would have been nice.

“Dustin told me about Liam‘s involvement but said nothing about you. I want to hear it from you,” he tells me.

“Sia, Abbie‘s aunty, was my mate.” I breathed out loudly, feeling as if I was repeating this story. For so many years, it was kept between Liam and me; lately, I seemed to be constantly repeating myself. Yet the more I spoke of it, the easier it became, and I found it hurt a little less.

“And Liam helped you cover up her death?” he asks, and I wondered if he was hurt that I didn’t tell him, yet once Abbie came into the picture, my reasoning for hiding it became stronger, especially seeing how he treated Azalea at the start..

“You did not need to keep that from Damian or me. I figured something went down,” he says, pointing to my chest where the edges peaked out above the collar of my shirt.

It wasn‘t a secret per se, just not something I brought up and not something anyone was game enough to ask about.

It was very obvious to us Lycans what I tried to do, so I didn‘t feel the need to speak about it. And there is only one pain that would force you to want to take your life.

“And her body?” Kyson asks me.

“Outside her old pack along with her mother‘s,” I tell him.

“The mother?”

“Came after me years later when she learned what happened to her daughter,” he nodded in understandi ng.

“How did Abbie take this news?” he asks, my brows furrow. That would have been a massive shock and blow to her, but she was okay. She understood and took it better than I could have ever imagined.

“Not well at first, but she understands why I did it,” I admit.

“Is that all?” he asked me. And I wondered how much Dustin did tell him.

“There is more, but I can‘t tell you, my King. I won‘t risk Abbie,” I tell him, and he nods slowly, pursing his lips, leaning back in his seat, and watching me.

“If I look into Sia‘s background, what will I find, Gannon?” he asks, and my heart skips a beat at his question yet it wasn‘t a command he was only asking so I could lie, but he was my King, but my friend first.

“Are you asking because you already know, my King?” I ask in return.

“I‘m asking as a friend. I am asking for my Queen. Your Queen. If there is anything I need to know, this is your chance to tell me,” Kyson tells me and I knew right then that he had an inkling or some sense of what I was hiding.

Unable to meet his gaze, I look away.

“Abbie’s parents weren‘t involved,” I murmur; I won‘t let him hurt Abbie, he would have to kill before I let that happen, yet I was done with the secrets and the lies.

“Abbie won‘t be punished for her family‘s mistake, Gannon. You have my word, but the fact you never told me you found your mate in the first place has me worried. The fact you didn‘t tell me says either you knew I wouldn‘t approve or suspected something was amiss,” he says, and I turn my gaze back to him, I tilt my head to the side.

“I want your word, my King. Abbie stays out of it,” I tell him, addressing his title, not my friend, knowing there are two separate sides of him. A king demands, Kyson asks, and I wanted to know which part of him I was dealing with.

“Your Queen would have my balls if I tried. Rest assured, Gannon. I have learned from my mistakes, I won‘t punish her like I did Azalea. We may be products of our parents, but we aren‘t them,” he tells me, and I knew Azalea would never let Kyson harm her, but I also didn‘t trust his Lycan side when it came to the hunters and Claire.

“Sia worked for the hunter organization, and so did her mother. Liam and I found out she was one of the hunter‘s suppliers.” I tell him, and he presses his lips in a line, and I know! confirmed his assumption as he stares off above his head. A look on his face I had seen a million times when he was trying to control his temper. I just wasn‘t sure if he was angry at me not telling him or mad at Abbie‘s family‘s involvement.

“Suppliers?” He asks me finally after a few tense seconds.

“Yes, her mother was selling Wolfsbane to the hunter organization,”

“She was growing it?” he asks, looking a little shocked, but that was one part Liam and I couldn‘t figure out; she had plenty in her house, but no growing plants or anything to suggest she was growing more like she was the middle person in her dealings.

“We found no evidence she was growing, but she definitely obtaining it from somewhere,”

“You won‘t keep anything like this from me again. I understand why you did. But we could have figured it out together.” he tells me.

“Sia was trying to weasel her way into the Kingdom. She was very insistent I change her. I wanted to wait. When I refused her, she went to Liam and tried to have him kill me,”

“She wanted access to my kingdom?”

“It appeared so. All she talked about was coming here and me changing her. It set off alarm bells, yet I never figured out her intention. She never told Liam anything that was suspicious, either. Then, when I thought we figured it out and she was willing to accept me, I walked into an ambush. Luckily, Liam knew me better than her. Brotherhood won over the mate bond,” I tell him the gist of it.

“You can go, maybe see if Abbie and Azalea want to help Tandi. It will keep them distracted while we try and figure out this Larkin issue,” Kyson says, and I nod, all too happy to get out of here and back to my mate.

I make my back to my room only to see Liam stepping out of my room with a tray in his hands.

“Everything alright?” I ask him, glancing at the empty tray.

“Yep, fine, Clarice sent food up; I told her I would bring it up,” he tells me, clamping a hand

on my shoulder before walking off. Shaking my head, I wander into the room and find Abbie dressing Tyson. The toast was set on a plate beside her and a drink.

She picks up her glass, sipping the cordial and pulling a face. Tyson reaches over, stealing a piece of her toast and ignoring his cereal, and Abbie laughs, drinking most of her drink and picking up the other piece of toast.

“Something is wrong with the water around here, and I swear I can taste iron or some type of metal,” she said, shaking her head. “Does it taste funny to you?” she asks, holding up the glass. I move toward her, taking it from her. I take a sip of it before glancing at the red cordial. My brows furrow, trying to figure out the weird taste of it. It tasted familiar for some reason.

“It does, doesn‘t it?” she says, watching me.

“Might be the old copper pipes,” I shrug, shaking my head. She shrugs while drinking the rest. I would have to let Kyson know so he can have someone test the water because it tastes a little funky.

Abbie POV

Later That Afternoon.

Azalea and I were going over all the orphanage documents and photos looking for Tandi‘s daughter when Tandi handed me another stack. She let out a breath, her shoulders dropping when that pile also didn‘t contain her daughter.

“How old would Paige be now?” Azalea asks her.

“Seven in February,” she answers with a sigh.

“Well, that rules these kids out,” I tell her looking down at a bunch of kids that are no older than three, I h and them to Azzy to look at, and she takes them and nods her head.

“We might have to do a DNA test. She could be different from how you remember?” Azalea suggests to her

“I will recognize her,” Tandi says with confidence.

“How can you be so sure?” Azalea asks her.

“I‘m her mother, and she has a scar. She had a scar on one side of her face. It required stitches; it went from her chin to her hairline. She fell off the stairs when she was three and landed on a glass table,” Tandi tells her as I rummaged through yet another box removing the boys and those too young to be her daughter..

“Brock beat me good for that one, considering I wasn‘t even watching her. The asshole had me entertaining one of his friends, and he was supposed to be watching her for me. He broke three of my ribs that night,” Tandi says. My stomach dropped hearing that as she sifted through the photos.

“Well, I will start with this pile,” Azalea tells her, accepting the pile I pass her. Tandi spoke so easily of such tragic circumstances as if desensitized to her own trauma; it saddened me how much she had suffered since I last saw her at the orphanage, back when she was Taylor. It made me wonder if it would be that easy for me one day.

“This place gives me the creeps,” glancing around the huge basement. A shudder runs down my spine as the draft brushes over me. Rubbing my arms, I set the box back on the shelf. We spent hours down in the cellars combing through every child‘s information when Tandi tossed the last one in the box. None of them was Paige. She gets up just as Damian walks in to check on us.

“Hun?” Damian asks as she walks toward the stairs. She pulls her arm away before he can grab her and r

“None of them were Paige,” Azalea tells him. Tandi was so excited when we came down here, only to leav swallows, staring after her as she takes off.

“Go, Damian, take the afternoon off. I will speak to Kyson and let him know,” Azalea tells him, and he nods before thanking her and wandering off. I turn back to all the boxes we had pulled out and start restacking them. Once I am finished, I retrieve Tyson, head back to my room, and open the door to find Liam kneeling inside the walk-in closet by the mini fridge that Gannon had stored there.

“Liam?” I ask him.

“Oh, hey, Abs,” he says, leaning back and giving me a wave.

“Drink?” he asks, holding up a bottle of cordial. I nod, accepting it and opening the cap.

He watches as I take a sip, and Tyson wanders over to him, peering inside the fridge he was restocking. “I would have done tha

“Don‘t let him drink the red ones,” I tell Liam as he opens one of the bottles for him.

Liam glances at me. “It won‘t hurt him,” he says, and I chuckle. I know cordial won‘t hurt him.

“The red makes him hypo,” I tell him. “Ah, right, sorry, I forgot he has sensory issues,” Liam tells him, retrieving the yellow bottles he was also stacked in the fridge.

“Shouldn‘t you be working?” I ask him.

“I am just helping Clarice,” he tells me before standing and closing the door on the fridge.

“You know Clarice used to be a counselor of sorts before she came to work here,” Liam tells me.

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“Okay!” I tell him, wondering what he is getting at.

“She used to deal with PTSD, Abbie, she helped me a lot, and I know she won‘t turn you down if you want

“Gannon is worried,” I breathe, knowing that is the only reason Liam would bring such a thing up.

“Not just him; we all are. Sometimes talking helps,” he says.

“And it helped you?” he shrugs.

“Not sure, but it was less of a burden when I wasn‘t carrying it on my own,” he tells me before passing my him his blanket.

“Something to think about,” he says, and I nod before he leans down, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“And congrats on your mate,” he chuckles. “Gannon was practically bouncing with excitement over you marking him,” Liam making me wonder if he heard us earlier.

“He is a good man Gannon,” Liam tells me, and I nod, yet I remember his words when he threatened me over Gannon. He said the same thing then, too, before telling me he wasn‘t good.

“So are you, Liam,” I tell him. He shakes his head.

“A few people would say otherwise,” he tells me.

“That‘s because they don‘t know you. They don‘t see past the crazy. But I see you,” I tell him, and he nods

Liam and I were going over the timeline in the ballroom and adding in all the parts about Sia. Looking at how they overlapped, not only with the attacks and council but also with Ester.

Abbie, however, had to leave. She said she felt unwell; I knew it was because she couldn‘t see Peter be commanded over his mother. Yet we proved his intentions and innocence, which I knew relieved Kyson tremendously. As everyone else went to bed, it was just Liam and me here.

I was staring at the board as a whole as we wrote the last parts when the mindlink opened up.

“Gannon, get to your quarters immediately!” Kyson says through the link.

“Are Abbie and Tyson alright?” I ask, noticing the distress in his tone, yet I was already walking out of the ballroom.

“Azalea and I will take Tyson for the night. Just get to your room!” Kyson snaps at me.