Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Three days later

She hadn’t gotten out of bed in three days, she hadn’t slept, and she hadn’t eaten. Doc came and checked her yesterday and said it was to be expected, and I was too frightened to leave her side since I still felt nothing through the bond. It was like she wasn’t there at all, yet she was because I was staring at her.

I brushed her hair back before trying to move her up the bed so she could rest on me, but she slid straight back down into her nest, burrowing back beneath the blankets as if they would somehow protect her from the world.

Sighing, I place the book down I was reading to her and wander off into the bathroom. I ran a bath. She needed to get moving, something. I would take anything at this point. Not even my calling roused any reaction from her. Even the mind link was blocked. I filled the bath with bubbles and lavender, it made me crinkle my nose, but I knew she liked the smell. Walking back out, I retrieved one of my shirts from the closet. She was still in the hospital gown, but I was determined to get her into something else. Hopefully, get her to eat or speak.

Once I had towels and a shirt for her, I checked the water and waited for it to fill before shutting the water off. Stepping into the room, she was still in the same spot, and I had to untangle her from the blankets. I grabbed her, and she remained still as I removed her gown while

she sat on the edge of the bed.

Goosebumps covered her skin, and I stripped my clothes off before grabbing her and climbing into the bath with her. I set her between my legs, and she remains motionless while I wash her hair and clean her. We stayed in the water until it went cold, and I pulled her back out, drying her off and tugging my shirt over her head. Yet it angered me when she just rolled back into her nest that had no order.

Clarice had sent up soup for me to try and get her to eat, but she just rolled over. Reaching for my whiskey, I swig from the bottle. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my damn mind. The silence was killing me; not feeling anything through the bond was lonely. I just wanted a reaction. Any reaction would do, so I knew she was still with me.

I eye the nest, pissed off with how it obscured her from me as she hid under the blankets when the bottle slipped from my hands and

shattered on the floor. I snarl at the mess I made.

My anger became too much and forced the shift. I stormed over to the bed, ripping at her nest, trying to fix the damn thing, yet I only managed to tear apart the mattress. With a growl, I dropped onto the bed. I was about to mind-link Damian to ring Doc again when I felt movement on the bed before feeling her hand run across my fur to my chest before she laid her head on my chest.

Astonished, I stared at her. It was the first time she had moved toward me, and it had to be when I wasn’t in human form. I was tempted to change back, but I didn’t want her to slide away in case she didn’t move back into place.

I turned my face and sniffed her hair. I let my calling wash over her. She snuggled closer, and I sighed. Well, it was something, I guess.

When she woke a few hours later, I shifted back, and she immediately burrowed back under blankets. For the next few days, I noticed she only came to me if I was shifted and not in human form, so I had spent most of my time in this state.

Hearing a knock on the door. I moved off the bed. Azalea had helped me fix her nest today; we changed the sheets and fixed it up, but she didn’t rebuild it like I hoped, which saddened me; I had gotten used to the thing, such a bizarre thing for she-wolves to do, but still, I hated not curling up in it with her.

Liam enters with strips of raw meat, cubed cheese, and crackers Clarice had sent up.

“Still the same?” Liam asks, and I nod. It had been over a week, and still, she hadn’t eaten. She was dropping weight like crazy. This time struggled as I was going to try to make her eat while in this form. The claws would make it a real pain, yet she seemed more comfortable with me in my Lycan form.

“I was thinking,” he said as I went to turn away from him. I stop and turn to look at him.

“About what?” I didn’t want to hear about Peter or his theories right now. I only cared about Azalea. Peter was locked in the cells, and I would deal with him when I could.

“About why she won’t go near you when you’re not shifted,” he says. My brows furrow when I feel him open up the mind link.

“You can’t mate with her,” Liam says, and I growl, looking back at the bed before looking at Liam again.

“Something to think about,” Liam says, and I nod, making me wonder if he was right. Yet I couldn’t live in this form. I missed wearing clothes and using my hands properly. Claws and buttons don’t mix.

Liam walks out, and I move toward the bed and sit on it before propping her up on pillows so she is sitting up. My claws nick her arm by accident when I grab her, and I sigh, leaning down and licking the spot where I broke the skin. I watch it heal.

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I wasn’t sure what was more shocking; Peter being responsible for Azalea losing her baby or that Ester was his mother. It seemed, in some way, that everything and everyone were linked. And just to make things more confusing than learning that Peter was also Azalea’s half brother and Ester was a half-sister of Trey.

I knew that with the King’s anger, it would be any day now that he delivered the punishments bestowed on Peter. It sickened me, knowing what he would have to endure, something Azalea and I were all too familiar with, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.

Gannon and I fought over different opinions on what should become of Peter. Gannon was loyal to the King and was oathed Azalea, which I believed clouded his judgment, nothing I said or did in defense of Peter got me anywhere with him. It saddened me because besides me, Clarice, and the gardener, he had no one on his side.

Though it put me in a terrible spot, Azalea was my sister, and I know I will never be able to forgive Peter for the heartache he caused her and caused all of us when he did what he did. Yet, at the same time couldn’t wish ill will on anyway, not after the childhood Azalea and I were forced to live, not after seeing firsthand what pain and suffering it causes.

I look up as Gannon walks into the room. He leans against the door. “Why aren’t you ready? Azalea is down there, Abbie,”

“And she wouldn’t expect me down there. What am I supposed to do, Gannon, take Tyson down with me just so I can watch you force Peter to whip his own mother from an inch of her life?” Gannon growls, not seeing reason. Only seeing his need to break the boy that broke his Queen.

Yet I knew deep down that Azalea wouldn’t want this and had only agreed to save her half-brother from imminent death had she not suggested a different punishment.

After a while, Gannon realized I wasn’t going anywhere and sighed, moved toward the bed, and laid down. Glancing, I watch as his mind links someone before looking at me.

“Liam said he would take my place. Ester has been taken to the courtyard along with Peter already,” I swallow, knowing that while I sit here, someone else was suffering, and that didn’t sit well with me.

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