Chapter 44
Gannon
Last night, the King granted me special leave while Ivy was transitioning. I had been in the car ever since. I tried to ring Abbie to speak with her and convince her, but she never answered her phone. Abbie had been ignoring my calls.
I am to report any issues, although I was angered that Kyson wouldn’t allow me to drag her out because forcing someone from their mate was illegal if they wanted to remain with them. However, I was tempted to break that law. I would take jail time or the lashings.
I know Kyson would be reluctant to hand the sentence down, but with pressure from the packs over, which he governed, it didn’t look good for a king to go against the law he helped create to stop Alpha’s forcefully marking multiple women and stealing them from their mates.
This is precisely why Kade never marked any of his wives. Technically, they were free if they found their mates. But Abbie, he did mark, knowing having a mate makes him stronger.
So, for now, my only option was to convince Abbie to willingly leave him. He didn’t deserve her. Neither did I, but I would spend the rest of my life trying to prove my worth to her if she would have me. As stupid as it might be to try, I had to.
Yet going against a mate bond was near impossible for she-wolves, and so far, my attempts to convince her of her mate’s infidelity have failed when I had managed to get a hold of her until suddenly she stopped answering all together.
We rarely came this far out into the pack. Even when invited to stay as we passed through it sometimes, we always stayed elsewhere. It was uncomfortable being in packs, never knowing which side they were on or if they were working for the hunters. You could never be too careful.
However, Alpha Kade had been good to us, always helped, and never questioned when we asked anything. We would even ask him to send his men out to scout for hunters in his area. He always obliged willingly, but he was a shitty werewolf nonetheless, the way he kept women as if they were trophies or some possession, not a person always infuriated me.
My phone starts ringing, and I pull over to answer it, knowing I would need to type in the address soon, anyway. Damian’s name pops up on the screen, and I hit connect, placing it to my ear.
“Did you get the address?” I ask him, rummaging for a pen and paper in the glove compartment.
“Yes, I have it right here. Try to remain unseen, Gannon. It will raise suspicions if you get caught lurking without formal notice,” Damian tells me, and I growl.
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that Ivy wanted to send a care package.” Damian tells me.
“Fine, I will stop on the way and buy some shit in case. I can play the delivery boy.” I snapped.
“Good idea, but please don’t kill anyone, for god’s sake.”
“I’m just there to get my girl, that’s it,” I tell him.
“You can’t force her; you know what will happen if you do,” Damian reminds me.
“Maybe I am willing to accept the punishment, Damian.”
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