Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 51

 Gannon Liam came with me.

I had to make sure whoever I brought with me had a strong stomach to handle what I had planned for the bastard that touched my Abbie.

Liam was part of the guard, and the man had an iron gut, but half the time, you never realized he was there.

The man was silent as the night when he wanted to be.

He was also just as fucked up in the head as me, it's probably why we got along so well.

He was also the only person who knew my mate before I came to work as Kyson's personal guard.

I never spoke about my past.

It haunted me, but out of everyone, Liam and I had no secrets, he even helped me cover up what I did.

Kyson was aware something had happened, yet I don't think he truly knows what or who she was to me.

Kyson, Damian and Liam were my best friends, but I knew some things Kyson and Damian would look at me poorly for, especially after what I did to her, so I never told them.

However, I was pretty sure they suspected something was up because I never showed interest in looking for my mate, and that was because I had already found her.

I met Sia twenty years ago, and she was a normal she-wolf.

She rejected me the same day I met her.

The only issue was that Lycans can't be rejected.

The bond doesn't just go away for us.

The bond doesn't end until one is dead.

Werewolves could reject each other, it was painful for them but the bond would sever.

Even so, it took twenty years after her death for the bond to die out completely, something I never thought would happen.

I assumed I was stuck with longing for a bond that didn't want me and was dead and buried for her betrayal.

A betrayal I couldn't look past.

I held out hope she would come to her senses.

That was when I learned werewolves could reject their mates.

One difference between our species became so obvious to me the day she did it.

Ironically, she could reject me and feel nothing toward me while I would be left pining for her and feeling her betrayal, and in some cases, it could kill us.

After two years of of feeling her betrayal, I killed her.

Liam here helped me destroy the evidence.

I knew Kyson and Damian would have forgiven me for it or convinced me to hold off longer, but I didn't want their pity.

I didn't want their concem when it wasn't needed; I had it handled.

At least I thought I did.

It made me cold and unfeeling, and I detached from everyone.

The only time I felt anything was when Kyson would send me to do the jobs nobody wanted, and usually, Liam came with me for those jobs.

I relished in it, relished their screams, and eventually grew an appetite for it.

Then Abbie came along.

I didn't want her screams.

However, I wanted her.

I wanted her love, and I had never wanted another woman since Sia and was content forever to be alone.

Yet, she stirred up feelings I thought I was no longer capable of from the moment she came into my quarters by mistake.

An obsession which I wasn't sure was healthy but still better than the void I have felt for the last twenty-plus years.

"So we are going back for that headmistress?” Liam asks finally, something he didn't do very often.

I look over at the man, surprised that he asked anything at all.

He had a massive scar down one side of his face that went from his hairline to his chin.

Liam was almost blind in that eye, which is funny considering he was our best gunman.

Not that we had much use for guns, but they made things easier than risking the King when he traveled.

Like the rest of us Lycan men, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, but he was nearly 90 years older, still young considering how Lycan‘s age.

“Her and another,’ I answer him as he unrolled his knife pouch to make sure he brought them all.

“Who else?” he asks as he ran his thumb down the blade and let it slice his thumb as he tested how sharp it was.

“The butcher, when we find out who he is.” “A butcher?” he chuckles.

“Well, that is interesting.

I wonder how he will feel when he realizes it will be his meat you're cutting into?"

Liam says, glancing at me and smirking.

"So the Alpha and his mutt son know we are coming?"

Liam asks.

“Nope.

But I have the paperwork if they kick up a fuss.” “To bring him in?” he asks, and I snort and smile.

“Well, I suppose they wouldn't have sent you if it was as simple as taking them in,” he says, rolling the pouch back up.

“So what did he do to the King?” Liam asks.

"Not to the King, to Abbie,’ I explain, and he exhales before pushing his fringe from his eyes.

Liam falls quiet, his lips pressing in a line.

I knew he would have to, for Ivy.

I heard the call go out earlier in the night about her title change, yet I was used to calling her Ivy.

I nearly choked on my spit that he would allow it, but I think he would allow anything she requested if she batted her eyelashes at him.

She would learn he was putty in her hands.

She just needed to recognize that.

Going at Kyson headstrong wouldn't get her anywhere, but she had other ways to get what she wanted.

She just needed to come out of her shell and play on that, which I know Kyson was dreading when she figured that out.

He knows he is screwed when she does, especially with her bloodline.

Landeenas were known to have certain gifts, so it would be interesting to see if she inherited any of those traits .

She had her mother's eyes, so it would be interesting to see if she received her mother's abilities.

Or would she inherit her father’s? Or both? Only time would tell.

“So, what did he do?"

Liam asks.

I growl at his words, and he nods.

“Enough said, he says.

We spend the rest of the drive in silence.

The long windy roads were boring, and I pull over and swap with Liam when I feel myself nodding off.

By the time we arrived, it was the early morning hours, the sun just creeping above the trees of the sleepy town.

Liam smacks my chest, which is what woke me, and I was instantly alert as I saw the town limits as he drove in.

“Orphanage first,” I tell him, and he nods, heading straight for it.

I leaned over into the back, tugging my jacket out of the bag.

The moming air was a little chilly this morning.

We pulled up out of the front of the building.

The place needed to be condemned, though someone had built a ramp for the old bitch to get in now that she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

However, she wouldn't have to worry about the future because hers ends today.

He pulls over to the curb, and I climb out of the car, shutting the door gently.

No children were awake; I could tell because no noise came from the place.

So, I knew that everyone was still tucked into their beds.

I step over the small brick fence out the front and hear Liam open the trunk.

“Not needed here, there are children here; I tell him.

"So, what are we doing here, then?” he asks.

“Grabbing the old bat, getting a name and leaving,’ I tell him, and he sighs but shuts the trunk.

I continue to the door and knock, waiting to see if anyone answers.

No one does, but it was only early, so I wouldn't be surprised if Mrs.

Daley was the only adult here.

Walking around the back of the building, however, I find the back door unlocked and shake my head.

Stepping inside, it was colder inside the orphanage than it was outside.

"Fuck! tt's like the arctic in here!” Liam snarls.

“I'm assuming she would no longer live upstairs,” I tell him, looking at the beaten spiral staircase.

“Not unless the old bat grew wings and can now fly,” Liam laughs.

“Oh, she will fly alright, I tell him, walking through the bottom level, looking for where she may have had her room moved to.

It was the sounds of banging around that alerted me to which one.

It sounds like she fell out of bed, and her annoying screeching voice as she cursed made my upper lip pull back over my teeth as I pushed open the door.

The room stunk of piss and shit.

“Fuck me.

We haven't even touched her, and she already shit herself? Liam chuckles, and her head snaps up to look at us from where she was trapped beside her bed, her wheelchair overturned.

Her eyes go wide, and she cowers away.

“Haven't you done enough?"

she says, visibly shaking.

“Nope, but I will make it quick.

AllI need is a name, I tell her, gripping her shoulders while Liam turns the wheelchair upright.

I lift her, dropping her into the seat, and she clutches the armrests.

“How about a nice cup of tea, love? You look rather parched.

I make an outstanding brew, Liam says, grabbing the handles and steering her out.

“There are children here!” she says, flinching as she passes me when I hold the door open for him to push her out.

“Well, it wouldn't be an orphanage without children?"

I tell her, following behind as he took her to the kitchen.

Liam zips around the kitchen, and I shake my head.

He liked the theatrics, and I know he was just easing her into her death.

“What have I done this time? What did the King order you to do to me?"