Page 57 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“Damian and I were just discussing whether we should postpone the trip to Landeena,” the king answered me.
“No word from Larkin?” I ask, and Damian and he both shake their heads.
“Nothing,” Kyson tells me, and I sigh, leaning back in my chair. Great, I was hoping we would have some news from Larkin. At least for Tandi’s sake.
“Do you want me to send Liam and Dustin to the Cypress in search of him?” I ask, but he shakes his head and scratches his chin as he thinks.
“Not yet. We will give him today. If no answer by tonight, and he is still unreachable, we storm through the council,” he tells me, and I nod, trying to figure out this mess.
Damian gets up from his seat before pausing. “What is it?” Kyson asks him. He has been quiet since I stepped into the room. He looks nervous.
“Tandi wants—” Kyson cuts him off with a wave of his hand dismissively.
“All the children who were adopted had their pictures taken. All documentation is in the cellars. She can have access to them. I will let the guards know,” Kyson tells him, and Damian nods.
“Do you really think Paige is one of the children?” I ask. Larkin could be lying, but I highly doubt it. He genuinely appears disgusted with Tandi’s claims and believes Brock didn’t kill his child.
“I hope so. If not—” Damian pauses, looking at me.
“If she isn’t, permission granted. You don’t have to ask, not when it comes to children,” Kyson tells him, and Damian nods. I open the mind link to him.
“Just say the word,” I tell him, letting him know if he wants Brock handled, Liam and I will take care of it.
“I may take you up on that,” he says, and I nod once before turning my attention back to the king.
If Tandi’s daughter isn’t here in Valkyrie, the next place we will be going is to drag the information out of Brock by any means possible.
Damian leaves, and I go to follow him when Kyson calls out to me, making me stop.
“Ah, Gannon, a moment please,” he nods toward the door wanting me to shut it.
“Close the door; I need to speak with you.” I sigh, knowing already what this will be about; reluctantly, I shut the door and retake my seat.
“Sia?” he asks.
“Liam told you?” I ask, or maybe Abbie let it slip to Azalea, but Kyson shakes his head.
“No, Dustin did,” Fuck. I nod, knowing Liam must have told Dustin, which I expected he would; they are together, after all. I’m not mad. Though, a little heads-up would have been nice.
“Dustin told me about Liam’s involvement but said nothing about you. I want to hear it from you,” he tells me.
“Sia, Abbie’s aunty, was my mate.” I breathe out loudly, feeling as if I am repeating this story. For so many years, it was kept between Liam and me; lately, I seem to be constantly repeating myself. But the more I spoke of it, the easier it became, and I found it hurt a little less.
“And Liam helped you cover up her death?” he asks, and I wonder if he is hurt that I didn’t tell him. Once Abbie came into the picture, my reasoning for hiding it became stronger, especially seeing how he treated Azalea at the start.
“You did not need to keep that from Damian or me. I figured something went down,” he says, pointing to my chest where the edges peaked out above the collar of my shirt.
It wasn’t a secret per se, just not something I brought up and not something anyone was game enough to ask about.
It s very obvious to us Lycans what I tried to do, so I didn’t feel the need to speak about it. And there is only one pain that would force you to want to take your life.
“And her body?” Kyson asks me.
“Outside her old pack along with her mother’s,” I tell him.
“The mother?”
“Came after me years later when she learned what happened to her daughter.”
