Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Abbie POV

Walking in, Ivy looked defeated, and I rushed to her side, I wanted to tuck her close and run away with her. It was only hours ago that we were mucking around while I did my chores. She was excited about the King’s return and had rushed off to see him the moment he returned, only for me to run into her, looking heartbroken and overall broken.

I couldn’t fathom how everything turned so sour. Though I should haven’t been so foolish to believe that anything would go right for us. We were forever doomed to be nothing more than filthy rogues. Though I wished I had the power to help her.

Though on the walk down, I had made up my mind that we would run the first chance we got.

“I had a cake made, but I couldn’t carry it down,” Clarice tells her.

“You should have seen it, Ivy. Clarice did a good job. We spent all day making it,” I tell her before frowning. I wanted to cheer her up, but clearly, the cake was from her mind.

“You enjoy it then,” she tells me.

“We can’t stay long; Gannon is right; the King is on the warpath, but I couldn’t let you go without wishing you happy birthday.” Clarice says, placing the blue cupcake in her hand. Clarice lights it with a match, and I stare at the flickering flame.

“Blow it out and make a wish,” Clarice tells her. Ivy blows the candle out without excitement or light in her eyes. I was so excited to help Clarice; it was all for nothing. I smiled sadly and kissed her knee, giving her hand a squeeze from where I sat beside her.

“What did you wish for?” Clarice asks, a teary smile on her face.

“I wished to be free,” Ivy tells her, and a choking whimper leaves my lips.

“Don’t say that,” I whispered. Anything but that, she can’t wish for that. This was supposed to be a fresh start.

“I think it’s a good wish,” Clarice says, looking at me, startled.

“Not where we come from. The only freedom rogues get is in death,” I tell her. I knew precisely what Ivy meant by those words. Clarice looked at her, shocked before grabbing her face in her hands.

“You wish for anything but that. Do you hear me? I will not watch my Queen die. I have buried enough of them,” Clarice says before walking out. I watch her go before turning back to Ivy.

“I wish I could stay to see you shift,” I tell her, and she nods. Glancing around, the place was cold and lonely. Ivy stayed with me, not that she had a choice being locked in the room with me, but I at least still had her by my side. I wondered if maybe I could convince Gannon to let me come down when her shift starts so she would be alone.