Page 7 of Mated To The King's Gamma
Picking up the folder, Gannon’s scent wafts to me, and I move toward the bed and open it, about to ask him where he found a picture of my mother, only to gasp at what I see inside the folder.
“Abbie, no!” Gannon blurts, rushing toward me, but it is too late. I have already seen what it contains. I wish I could unsee what I saw, but like everything else, it is now permanently burned into my brain.
The papers and pictures scatter on the floor as I drop them. My hands tremble as I look down at the photographs in horror. My parents, all bloody and torn apart, deep claw marks tore half my mother’s face off and down her chest, blood everywhere while her eyes are wide open, staring back at me vacantly, and my father’s head lay beside his body, no longer attached to him. So much blood.
Gannon grips my arms, kneeling on the pictures I can’t tear my eyes away from. “Abbie? Abbie, you know, to stay out of my drawers,”
“I just wanted to clean for you,” I murmur. Liam rushes into the room behind him and stops, seeing the pictures and papers scattered everywhere. He frantically starts picking them up.
“Why do you have those? Why?” I ask. What could he want with such horrific pictures? Why is my mother in his diary? I have so many questions, and I pull away from him. His head drops, and he curses under his breath.
“Liam, leave them, but take Tyson for me,” Gannon murmurs, and Liam sets the papers on the dresser before scooping up a sleeping Tyson from the center of the bed. I move to take him, wondering why he has to leave, but Liam rushes past me, and Gannon grips my wrist.
“He will watch him,” Gannon tells me, and I look back at him before seeing the picture from the diary of my mother smiling, looking happy. I pick it up, hoping to remove the image of her mutilated, mauled body from my memory.
“Why do you have a picture of my mother?” Gannon sighs and wipes a hand down his face.
“That is not your mother.”
“Ah, yes, it is,” I tell him.
“No, her name is Sia. And she was my mate.” of all the things he could have said, that was not on the list of reasons sifting through my head. It’s like he punched me in the stomach. I suck in a breath, feeling winded by his words. Sia, my aunty? I shake my head, trying to figure out what is going on.
Wait, then where is she, then?
“You know my mother’s twin?” I ask.
“You know your mother is a twin?” Gannon asks in return, looking rather shocked.
“Yes, my mother told me about her. They didn’t get along,” I had never met her before, and Mom didn’t speak much about her, but she always grew sad when I asked about her family.
“Sia was my mate,” Gannon says softly as if that would lessen the blow his words had.
“Was?” I ask. I didn’t like how he used past tense when referring to her. But his following words squeezed the air from my lungs completely as my body forgot how to function and breathe.
“I killed her, Abbie,” he murmurs, and the pained look on his face I could see bothered him as much as it did me.
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I try to process his words. I try to understand what he is telling me. Why would he do such a thing? “You killed my aunt?” I ask him.
“You can’t tell anyone, Abbie,” Gannon says, and I glance at him over my shoulder. My brows furrowed in confusion.
“Not even Azalea,” he breathes, gripping my arms, but I tug away from him. I have so much running through my head. Is that the only reason he wants me? I glance down at the picture. She was my mother’s identical twin sister, and I am the spitting image of my mother and of Sia!
“Say something. Please, Abbie,” he says, reaching for me again, but I take a step back from him and hold up my fingers.
“When?” I ask. Gannon stretches, placing his hands behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling for a second.
“When Gannon, why? I have so many fucking questions right now,” I tell him angrily. Gannon lets out a shaky breath.
“I met her at her old pack, Vermillion Pack. I was on a job, and that is how we met,”
“And what, you didn’t want her, so decided to kill her?” I ask him. Gannon shakes his head. Am I some rebound for her? Some sick amusement for the love he lost? I can’t wrap my head around how fucked up this is.
“No, there is more to it than that. I never rejected her, Abbie.” I swallow nervously, not sure if I want the information yet knowing I will never be able to live without knowing; the curiosity would eat me up.
“Then what happened?”
