Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

My temper got the better of me as my fingers gripped his shirt, and I slammed him against the wall.

“Where is my fucking queen?” I screamed in his face just as the door flung open, distracting me, only for him to punch me. I grunt before he kicks me, sending me flying backward into the bookshelf. The books rattle, and some fall off the shelving as I lunged at him. Only Damian gets between us and shoves me back. I growl, pointing at him, feral with rage.

“You have made a fucking mistake, King or not; I won’t stand by this. Now, where is our Queen?” I snarl at him, my voice raising. Damian, caught between us, looked at us both, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Will someone tell me what happened and why you just made me put her in the fucking stables?” Damian demands. “You fucking bastard, you fucking promised. She isn’t her mother.” I spit at him. He said he would speak with Damian, but he didn’t.

“Who, what in the world happened when you were gone, and who are you talking about?’ Damian demanded. Kyson could explain it to him as he should have when he got back. For now, I needed to verify that Marrissa was her mother because he very well may have done this for no reason, not that his motivation was good enough in my eyes.

“Fix it, I swear, Kyson, I have stuck by you for fucking decades, never opposed anything you have asked, but if you don’t fix this, am walking, King or not, I am fucking done,” I warn him before heading to the door.

“Where are you going?’ Damian demands as I move toward the door. I stop, my hand on the door handle.

“To see my queen,” I snap. The King growls at me. But he may be too stubborn to see the error of his ways, but I wasn’t going to continue watching him kill himself because he can’t leave the past in the past. I refuse to watch him toss her aside and expect us to go back to living on eggshells around him.

“Wait, just fucking wait until I know what’s going on,” Damian snarls at us both. I snap but close the door and fold my arms across his chest, worried I may just attack him again if I don’t.

“Now, explain,” Damian says.

“Marissa Talbot is Ivy’s mother,” Kyson tells him while shaking his head and muttering too low for me to hear.

“What?” Damian asks, clearly shocked by this information.

“The Werewolf hunter, the one that killed my sister and the other Lycan bloodlines. Her mother was the insider. She was the one that killed them,” Kyson growled as if we weren’t aware of her crimes.

“That’s what Alpha Dean had to tell you?” Damian gasps, looking between us. I snarl when I watch the King walk to his bar to drown my sorrows so he wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Wait, that is why you sent her to the fucking stables, Kyson. For something her mother did?” Damian asks, outraged.

“He fucking said he would leave it, forget about it; she is innocent. She didn’t fucking kill your sister Kyson,” I snap at him.

“You think I don’t know that?” Kyson roared. Yet with the look on his face, I could tell he was conflicted. His heart was here with her, but his mind was trapped in the past with how he found his sister.

“What about her father?” Damian asks,