Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

The following day, all I could think about was what he said last night about going into heat. I didn’t want to go into heat; I didn’t want to do what was expected. Yet I wanted to mark my mate so that way the bond would form, and maybe he would let me come live with him in the Packhouse.

It was lonely out here, and I felt trapped. Kade had dropped off some sugar cubes. There were ten in a sandwich bag. I crushed them and put them in the sugar jar, hoping they would last.

For the most part, I spent the day sleeping, having nothing better to do, my mind wandering to Tyson, Ivy, and Gannon. How much my life had changed in a week, and I wasn’t sure it was for the good anymore. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad here if I had Ivy with me. When | woke up, I retrieved my phone to see multiple missed calls from Gannon. I was about to call him back when I heard tires on the dirt road. We had texted, or I voice texted him, but I hadn’t spoken to him. And my messages were always brief because the voice text thing would jumble the words, and he kept asking me to repeat myself, so I gave up.

As the tires got louder, I glanced out the window to see Kade pull up. He smiles and seems to be in a cheerful mood. My bond flares and I set the phone down before rushing out the door.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says as he leans down to kiss me before stepping back to look at me.

“I spoke with Alpha Brock today. He said Tyson is doing well. And once you’re settled into the Packhouse, I can send someone to retrieve him,” kade tells me.

“Really?” I ask.

“Of course. Come on. Come on,” he says, ushering me into the cabin. He takes his jacket off sitting on the bed.

“When can I come to the packhouse?” I asked, excited that I could get my boy back. That he would be with me and kept safe. I could get my bubbly Tyson back with me where he belongs.

Kade picks up my phone when he notices the screen on. He glances at it and unlocks it, scrolling through it. “Make me a coffee, love,” he says, and I turn to the kitchen. When I made his coffee and handed it to him, he had a stormy look on his face. He quickly sets my phone down. Taking the chipped mug, he sets it on the floor beside him before pulling me on his lap.

“I missed you,” he says, nipping at my jaw. I could smell liquor on his breath, on his clothes, and a heap of different scents that had me sniffing him. It bothered me for some unknown reason. Yet I snap out of my strange fascination with his scent when he squeezes my bum, his hands groping me, and I try to pull out of his grip, but he rolls on the side, pulling me with him.

Panic writhes through me when he starts tugging at my dress. His hands on my body made me cringe, and I pushed on his shoulders before panicking completely and accidentally kneeing him in the crotch. He growls, clutching himself and rears back.