Chapter 75


    Read Mated To The King’s Gamma by Jessica Hall Chapter 75 – Three dayster


    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 nkets as if they would somehow protect


    her from the world.


    Sighing, I ce 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 andvender, 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 nkets. 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.


    rice 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 nkets 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 sheid 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 ce.


    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 hourster, I shifted back, and she immediately burrowed back under nkets.


    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.


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    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 rice 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 ws would make it a real pain, yet she seemed morefortable 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. ws 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 ws nick her arm by ident 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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    “Sorry.” I tell her, and she just stares at me, but she doesn’t even flinch. I pinch a beef strip between my


    ws only to drop it. I growl, trying to pick the damn thing up again, only to drop it again when she


    moves to pick it up herself.


    Her movements were robotic-like. She was on autopilot. Though excitement bloomed in me, she


    managed to eat half of what was on the te, and despite me insisting she eats more, she wouldn’t. I set


    the te aside andid down with her again, eventually falling asleep. It felt like all we did was sleep and


    read. It felt wrong.


    I wanted to hear her voice. Yet it was Trey talking to Abbie outside the doors that woke me. I jumped to


    my feet and saw that it waste in the afternoon, the sun slowly going down out the windows. I could see


    the kids ying on the hill as I stood; I moved toward the door. Maybe Abbie could get her up.


    Abbie POV


    Thest few days have been chaotic. The entire castle was tense, and I couldn’t imagine what Azalea


    was going through as I peered down at Tyson ying with his blocks. For days I tried to wake her, or get


    any reaction out of her. Kyson would bring her to me since she still hadn’t been able to remove the


    command, half the time when I would see her, I don’t even think she was aware of me being near.


    Though themand over me to not follow her, we had found loopholes after rice and Gannon had


    been teaching me ways to approach that I found quite confusing but nevertheless seemed to work.


    I learned with Azalea’smand as long as I didn’t think of the intention to go to her, only the action, I


    could sometimes bypass it, but it was extremely difficult to do. Kyson had told me she was barely


    functioning and I was hisst resort to pull her out of it. He seemed so sure it would work and the


    disappointment on his face when I couldn’t speak volumes of how much he wanted and needed her


    back.


    Yet I knew as soon as I saw her she was catatonic. As if she was trapped within the confines of her own


    mind. Yet I knew that feeling, and until she wanted toe back to us, I knew she wouldn’t. One thing I


    learned over the years was that slipping away was all too easy.


    Switching it off and not feeling was sometimes the only way to survive and I knew that was what she was


    doing. Azalea wouldn’te back to us until she was ready until her walls came down and let her feel


    again, but I worried for that moment, the moment reality crashed her back to her surroundings and forced


    her to live with the agony of her loss.


    It wasn’t until thest visit that I managed, after hours of navigating the stairs and walking around the


    castle that I was able to get to her room without hermand forcing me back. Only all that time and


    effort was wasted when I suddenly had to help rice which forced me to leave Tyson in the hands of


    Trey only to return and find Tyson on the bed with Azalea and she was awake. I didn’t realize the weight !


    was carrying without her by my side until it lifted and I saw her sitting up. She was okay, or as okay as


    she could be given the circumstances.


    Maybe it was the familiarity of Tyson or longing for the child she lost that had her react to his presence.


    Kyson then asked me to leave Tyson with him a little longer because it was the most reaction we had


    had out of her in days.


    During the time Azalea was lost to us, we had learned so much, we learned who was behind poisoning


    her, and I was shocked to learn it was Peter. He was thest person we would have suspected. I still


    couldn’t wrap my head around the fact he was capable of such a thing Gannon and all the royal guards


    wanted to kill him, yet it made me want to know the reasoning behind it. No one is born a monster, and I


    struggled to see him as one. I knew Peter as a funny, energetic boy, and I struggled to differentiate


    between his two sides.


    Peter’s hate stemmed from Ester being kicked out of the castle, he had some twisted n that if he got


    Azalea out of the picture, his estranged mother would be allowed back. I found Peter’s story quite sad,


    longing for a mother that never wanted him. So Azalea was not the only victim but so was Peter. He was


    just a boy, lost, craving for the affection his mother never granted him. I just hope Azalea would


    recognize that within him because I know the King wants to kill him.


    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 be 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, rice, 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, andid


    down. ncing, I watch as his mind links someone before looking at me.


    “Liam said he would take my ce. 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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