Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Abbie

A few days later.

I felt sick knowing Cassandra’s life was in my hands. Gannon groans, sitting up on the couch he usually slept on. I tried to take the couch, but he always refused. He stretches, and his back cracks before he turns his head, cracking his neck and making my guilt worse. I set his clothes on the bed, having pulled on my uniform already when he noticed me.

“What are you doing?” Gannon growled, seeing the servant’s uniform I was wearing. I look down at it, flattening the front. I had pulled a black long sleeve skivvy on underneath it since the blouse opened a little along the neckline, revealing my mauled shoulder.

“I can’t sit in this room all day, Gannon. I want to work.” I tell him as he comes over to me. He starts tugging at the blouse, but I smack his hands away.

“You want to work? Fine, but not in this uniform. You aren’t a servant,” he growls.

“What does it matter if I am a servant or not? Clarice is a servant! Do you think so little of her, too?” I ask him, and he seems taken aback by my words.

“What? Of course not, Abbie. A job is a job, no matter the status. I just don’t want you in that damn uniform!” he snaps, tugging at the buttons and undoing them.

“Gannon, stop it! I am wearing it. Now leave me be!” I snapped at him. He presses his lips in a line but puts his hands up in surrender.

“You don’t have to wear that,”

“I know,” I tell him.

“Do you? You don’t have to be a servant, you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to,”

“Why are you so against this then?”

“Because I don’t want you to think you are nothing more than a servant. I don’t want you serving me like I am one of your chores,”

“I’m not,” I tell him. He points to his bed where I set his clothes out, and bite my lip as he walks over to the bathroom and pushes the door open and growls seeing that I had cleaned the bathroom already and removed the dirty laundry.

“Really? Then why can I smell bleach?” he demands.

“I want a mate, not a house cleaner,” he says, pinning me with his intense gaze.

“And mates, do that sort of thing. They clean up after each other. Geez, Gannon, my dirty washing was in there too, and I sure as hell don’t want one of the other servants cleaning up after me.” I tell him and he seems to think for a second.

“You could work in the library or the kitchens, or,” he pauses.

“The stables? Gannon, I want to work as a servant. I know what I am doing. Kitchens are full and the library? What use would I be when I can’t read?” I ask him.

“Well, you can come with me.”

“I am not following you around like a lost puppy. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I tell him, walking over and grabbing my flats and socks. I sit on the edge of the bed, bending down to pull my socks on when Gannon snatches them from my hand kneeling in front of me.

He grabs my ankle placing it on his knee and I sighed, watching as he tugged my socks on.

“You know I don’t want a servant either right?” I chuckle.

“Huh?” he says, looking up at me.

I point to him putting my shoes on. “And you are always opening damn doors and running my baths. I can’t read that doesn’t mean I can’t dress myself,”

“Is that why you think I do those things?” He chuckles, shaking his head and I shrug.

“Here I thought chivalry wasn’t dead. Apparently it is just non-existent,” he laughs, lifting my other foot to put the sock on. He kisses my foot.

“I do those things because I like doing them for you,”

“And same with me setting your clothes out and cleaning the room, and making our bed. It’s our room, I should be able to clean it,” I tell him.

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“Our bed and our room, huh?” He laughs looking up at me. My face heats at how casually claimed his room as my own. He places his hands on my thighs running them up to my hips before wrapping them around my waist.

“If this is our bed, I should be able to sleep in it then, right?” He laughs.

I chew my lip. “I’m playing Abbie,” he says, leaning up and pecking my lips quickly. My face heats up impossibly more and he stands up. I look at the bed before looking back at him.

“Maybe you could sleep in the bed?” I tell him and he peers down at me.

“I was playing Abbie, I don’t mind the couch,” he says, tugging his shirt off and replacing it with the one I set out for him. When he was done he twirled his finger in the air, wanting me to turn around and I looked away while he removed his boxer shorts and pulled his jeans on.

Gannon groans annoyed and I glance back at him as he does his zip up.

“What’s wrong?”

“The King wants to leave early. He and Azalea had an argument,” he says with a sigh.

He comes over and presses his lips to my forehead before gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“There is no rush to do anything and if you want to clean the room, fine. I just don’t want you thinking you have to, OK?” I nod and he smiles, dipping his face closer to see if I would pull away.

When I don’t he presses his lips to mine, softly and my lips part invitingly. Gannon groans pulling me closer, his hand going to the back of my head as he tipped my head back, running his tongue across my bottom lip first before his tongue delved between my lips, brushing mine gently. I kiss him back, wanting to let him have this small victory because right now that is all I could offer him.

Gannon is gentle and sweet despite the hard exterior and sharp edges as well as the blistering hot energy he exuded. Safe is what I felt with him, and I trusted him inexplicably. Trusted him the way I trusted Azalea. His fingers massage the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss before pulling back slightly. He sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling on it. I chuckle and he smiles against my lips before pulling away and hugging me. I hug him back enjoying his masculine scent as his arms engulf my tiny frame.

“I will be back in a few hours and- A knock is heard at the door and I look up at Gannon whose eyes are glazed over. He leans down, kissing my nose before stepping away.

“Azalea is at the door,” Gannon murmurs, and my eyes widen. I was excited to see her, but seeing her while she was asleep wasn’t the same. I needed to hear her voice and hear her say she was indeed okay. Ripping the door open, I ran into her. Her arms enveloped me instantly

“More than my life,” she murmured.

.”

“More than my life,” I whispered back.

Hearing those words, to me, was the most soul-soothing thing. Most didn’t understand our language, not like we did. Half the time we didn’t need to speak, just the subtle facial movements, the way we moved, it spoke a language only we understood. We read each other’s body language as if it was spoken language. So the crack in her voice told me she needed the hug just as much as I did.

Pulling back, I noticed the King leaning against the wall behind her, keeping watch and making me nervous.

“Ready?” The King asks Gannon, though his eyes never leave Azalea. And the way she sucks in her pursed lip as she tried to stop the action made me realize she was livid about something.

“Yeah, just need to grab my wallet,* Gannon says behind me, I turn toward the doors at the end of the corridor. Azalea leans her shoulder against me. Before she even got two meters past Kyson, the harsh intake of breath she let out told me she was trying to keep her emotions in check

“Azalea!” The King snarled. She ignores him and continues walking toward the stairs.

“Where are you going now?” the King asks. She doesn’t bother answering and instead kept walking, and I press my lips in a line, a little worried. Azalea wasn’t usually defiant, one thing we were very aware of growing up was orders were to be followed. Only the King was her mate and she looked like she was deliberately trying to push his buttons for some reason.

“Where are you working today? I will come work with you,” she says, ignoring her growling mate behind us.

“I’m not sure yet,” I tell her, walking down the steps with her toward the kitchens.

“Azalea, answer me!” The King bellows from the top of the stairs. Dustin, I noticed was waiting on the stairs for her along with Liam. He smiles softly at us while Dustin raises an eyebrow at Azalea who continued to ignore Kyson. I could hear him stomping down the steps behind us

The King grips her shoulder, and she stops and growls at him. “I asked you a question?” he said, looking annoyed.

“I asked you one too! I got my answer. Here’s yours,” she said, turning back and stomping down the steps, she shoots him a look when she

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gets to the bottom.

“Trouble in paradise, my King.” Liam taunts. That crazy Lycan. Although, I actually think he may in fact be clinically crazy.

“Shut up, Liam.” Kyson snaps, and I was surprised at how angry he was becoming just from Azalea ignoring him. Clearly, he liked being the center of attention with her. Yet Liam was the first to move in front of Kyson though, when he reached his hand out to stop her again.

Kyson growled and it was so strange for me to see them put themselves in front of the King for her. Bound by a pack oath to choose her over him. However, I never realized it extended to his interactions with Azalea too.

I would have to ask Gannon why next time I speak to him. Gannon’s hand fell on Kyson’s shoulder not even a second later. My breath hitched in my throat when Kyson growled, turning his intimidating glare on Gannon before he sighed. He looks down at Azalea who just raised an eyebrow at him.

“It was a simple question, Azalea. I just wanted to know where you are going, so I can ensure you have proper guards,” the king says while pinching the skin between his eyes.

“Can’t know all my secrets now, can you?” she growls back before storming off. I hurry after her, wondering if she was talking about what Gannon told me the other day.