Page 26 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“I am not a mindless beast to mate you for the sake of the bond, you may think it, but I won’t force myself on you.”
She turns her gaze to meet mine, and I thrust my hips against her heat, she gasps.
“Not that I couldn’t if I wanted to,” I warn her. Her lip quivers and she nods once averting her gaze. “However, I am not a monster,” I tell her.
But I can’t help myself; lowering my head, I lick the blood from her neck where I accidentally scratched her, and she tastes even better than I imagined. My body comes to life against her thigh, and she moans at the feel of my tongue on her body. Pulling back, I watch her neck heal, her eyes glaze over in lust from the endorphins in my saliva healing her.
“Never slap me again, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions. Understood?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, her voice breathy from the lust coursing through her veins. I could have taken her right then and there, but I don’t want it like this.
“If you ever question my intentions again, I won’t be so nice,” I growl, her breathing heavy as she pants.
“Fine, I apologize for accusing you of hurting him…” she stammers out, and I can tell she doesn’t mean it, but a small part of me still accepts it, knowing she probably knows nothing but cruelty. Pulling back, I stare at her for a second, then let her go. She scurries off the bed, grabbing her discarded towel and wrapping it around her naked figure.
“Get dressed, we are leaving soon,” I tell her, and she storms off to the bathroom, slamming the door.
11
Gannon told me Damian is back, and we will have two new additions to the castle. Staring out of our window, I can see the cars. Beta Damian steps out and is arguing with someone, but the angle I am at is blocking my view of them.
“Bloody hell, woman! How many times do I gotta tell you I am the king’s beta? I live here! What do you think? I would bring you here if I didn’t?” Damian snaps when I hear a child start crying.
“Great! Now you woke him,” Damian says, standing upright, and I notice the toddler in his arms.
“Give him here! Give me my son!”
“No! Do you want him? Then get out of the damn car!”
“Man, they have done nothing but bitch and fight the entire way back,” Liam groans.
“Fine! But if your king abuses me for trespassing, you can bet your damn ass I will whoop his!” the feisty woman snaps.
“Good! Whoop his ass! He is right behind you. Let’s see what you got, short stuff!” Damian shouts. “I would love to see it!” Damian snaps at her. The woman turns around so fast I hear Azalea gasp and rocked back on my heels.
“What is going on?” The king growls. Damian scrubs a hand down his face, looking exhausted, probably more defeated. I’m not sure.
“Kyson, this is Tandi. Tandi, his Royal Highness King Kyson, you know the one you want to beat?” Damian mocks. Azalea’s eyes are pinned to the woman, and her eyes were also on Azalea, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“Taylor?” she choked.
“Ivy?” Taylor stammers, looking just as shocked to see her. I thought she was dead; I never imagined seeing her again. Though I have always hoped she was alright I just believed that was wishful thinking.
“Taylor?” Damian says, taken aback, but my feet are already moving as I race to her.
“Taylor?” No, I couldn’t have possibly heard that right. The Taylor we knew is dead, killed by Alpha Brock and Alpha Dean for being a rogue. We were forbidden from going with her and received lashes that day.
“Oh, my gosh, it’s really you!” Azalea shrieked, throwing her arms around her.
“What are you doing here?” Taylor cries, clutching Azzy. She starts crying, and I can’t contain my tears, either.
“Wait! What about Abbie?” she says, holding her at arm’s length, and I bounce on my heels, wanting to rush down to see if it truly is her. Maybe I’m having one of my moments. I have had them before, and I know if I can just touch and feel her, I would be certain. I wonder if I am dreaming. I sometimes suffer differentiating between fantasy and reality, though I truly hope I’m not having some psychotic break.
“She is here. I can’t believe you’re alive!” I cry, clutching her face in my hands.
“Hang on, what is going on? Who is Taylor?” Damian says, and Azalea looks at Taylor.
Before realizing what I’m doing, I’m on autopilot, searching for my shoes. Gannon asks me what is wrong several times before I even register his voice speaking to me. “Abbie, what’s going on?”
