Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 85

“Get it off your chest, son. I am not a mind reader. I know you tried to change her.” 

“She said I tried to force her to live,” 

“Because you did,” she tells me. No judgment from this woman ever came. I could tell her my darkest secrets; I knew she would take them to the grave with her and not judge me for my mistakes. 

“Yes, but I don‘t think I can keep the promise I made to her if she tries to do it again,” | whisper 

“I don‘t think she will try again, Gannon. Whatever Azalea did, it made her want to live. Abbie spent so much time trapped in her past that she forgot she now has a future, and that future is with you and Tyson. You just may need to remind her of it occasionally,” she tells me, passing me the soap and loofah. I take them, and she pats my cheek before walking out. 

“I will take Tyson for the night. I am taking Hunter for the night, too. I will have Dustin come and grab Tyson for me,” she tells me. 

“Thank you,” I tell her, and she nods, closing the door and leaving me with Abbie. I strip my pants off and climb into the shower. Abbie sat at my feet, leaning against the shower wall while I quickly washed before kneeling to wash her. She jerks awake when I pull her head under the water, coughing, and spluttering. She wipes her eyes, peering around. 

“You‘re safe. It‘s just me,” I tell her, and she sighs, leaning back against the shower wall. Leaning out of the shower quickly, I grab her toothbrush and mouthwash. I put toothpaste on it, passing it to her, yet her eyes were already closing. 

“Abbie, brush your teeth,” I tell her, placing the toothbrush in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. She chews on it while attempting to brush her teeth. I quickly wash her hair before tilting her head back while laughing at her when I try to pull the toothbrush from her mouth. 

“Open your mouth,” I chuckle, scrubbing her teeth the same way I watch her scrub Tyson‘s every morning and night. “Spit,” I tell her when I am done. She does, mostly spitting it on herself, and I quickly wash it off her. 

“Come on,” I tell her. She sluggishly peers up at me, returning to her surroundings and looking around again. It was clear she had already forgotten where she was. She was completely shitfaced, and she smiled lazily, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up. 

“I think I drunkded too much,” she giggles, slurring each word and making me laugh. 

“That you did,” I tell her. 

“Did you find my bunny?” I raise an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is talking about. 

Thalf drag her while she stumbles out of the shower. It took me a solid twenty minutes to dress her because she kept demanding her bunny, which I finally figured out was her damn slippers. I place her in bed, tucking her in, her slipper tucked under one arm. Shaking my head, I put my boxers on before moving toward the door I realized was slightly ajar. 

As I close it, I catch movement and open it, wondering if it was Clarice and if she needed something. Yet when I open the door, I catch a glimpse of something I wished I could unsee. I blink at the scene before me. Damian had Tandi‘s legs around his waist while he impaled his cock in her while pressing her against the damn wall. 

I clear my throat. He is staring up at the ceiling instead of his white ass. “We have rooms for a reason!” I called out, and Tandi shrieked. 

“Noted. We were getting there,” Damian growls, quickly rushing to his room down the hall. I shake my head, shut the door, and fall onto the couch.