Page 78 of Mated To The King's Gamma
I was afraid it would feel like I was taking her free will.
Like Kade. Like the butcher.
But she was breaking. I couldn’t watch her suffer.
So I used it.
Just a thread of it. A whisper of it to test her reaction.
And she stops fighting—for one moment.
Her head falls against me. Her body trembles, not from fear, but from tension barely held together. Then comes the next wave.
She claws at her arms. Her back arches unnaturally, a sob catches in her throat.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, voice low, laced with the calling now.
She cries out, half-words, half-animal sounds. I keep talking as I scoop her up, and I peer at the tent only to see Liam and Dustin already moving toward it.
“Take her to the river, we’ll watch Tyson,” Liam says, and I move to the bank out of sight of the rest of the camp.
I rock with her as she writhes when I sit on the grass. Blood soaks her shirt. Her spine cracks as her skin ripples beneath my hands.
Her screams break the stillness of the night. The guards don’t come close. They know better and I know Liam will keep everyone away for her shift.
So I call to her again, while stripping her clothes completely off.
Her body stretches forward, her arms planting in the dirt as she straddles me. Her head drops low, and her hair cascades forward.
Then her skin splits.
Clean.
Her human body melting into itself and rising from the ruin of what she had been, is something new.
Majestic.
Her.
Abbie’s Lycan form is smaller than most since she isn’t Lycan-born but graceful. And still just as lethal.
Her fur is gray, glossy. Elegant, sleek, powerful. Her eyes, when they meet mine, are not the same soft green I know.
They are pitch black.
Her Lycan stares at me.
Even in this new shape, she recognizes me.
She leans forward, sniffing, and presses her furry head against my chest.
“I’ve got you, love. I’m right here,” I remind her as she licks and nips my chest.
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Warmth.
That’s the first thing I feel.
