Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 78

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Weeks Later

Ever once Tandi came back and we learned the horrors she endured after she was removed from the orphanage, Abbie seemed to have some form of survivor’s guilt, she had been working herself to the bone daly Taking Tyson with her everywhere she went Helping Tandi with settling into the castle, she hadn’t been sleeping and was always cleaning,

Abbie and I were constantly fighting over Tyson and her working so much as I tried to understand what was going on with her. When one day, she snapped. She told me it was her fault Tandi got in trouble that day, that if she hadn’t asked Tandi to defend Azalea, she never would have ended up in the brothel. She never would have been sent away. Despite her thoughts being unreasonable, she solely believed she was responsible for what happened to Tandi. Even after Tandi told her multiple times, it would have been that way anyway, that no matter what happened that day she would have ended up there

Tandi had told her Alpha Brock had always intended to sell her off. Abbie, however, refused to believe her, and I knew her hearing the stories of Tandi’s sufferings had brought back memories of her own. She hardly slept, and I was forced to drug her a couple of times just to make her sleep because she was becoming increasingly unstable, her mind more fragile with each passing day. Her thought patterns were toxic and her erratic behavior was beginning to worry me.

I wanted to tell Azalea and the King yet I also knew they had a lot going on themselves and no one else seemed to notice the change in her, except Liam andme. It was almost like she put on a show for everyone, pretending to be holding herself together. I had always known sooner or later she would break after she came back from Kade, I just didn’t think it would be guilt for another she broke

Over

I thought she needed time to heal, but I was beginning to wonder if she needed professional help. Help I couldn’t give her because as the days slipped by repetition she seemed to live by, almost as if she was on autopilot,

“Abbie, you promised he would sleep in his room tonight,” I tell her as she tucks Tyson into bed. Our bed.

She promises the same thing every night. The few times she did put him in his bed, she paced the halls or waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking into his room so she could be near him. A few times I even awoke to her laying by the fireplace with him or on the couch. Yet the more I pushed, the more distant she seemed to become, the more unstable.

I was getting nowhere with her it seemed, and it was starting to piss me off because it was as if she wasn‘t even trying, I had become a piece of the furniture in her existence, just someone that was always there. Kind of like Tyson’s comfort blanket. He always had it, couldn’t go without but at the same time didn’t want it, especially when he would get tangled up in it.

“Tomorrow night, I promise,” she tells me. Yet tomorrow never seemed to come.

“You promised yesterday,” I tell her, but she shakes her head.

“No, I didn’t,” she says, her brows furrowed in confusion. That was another thing I noticed. She seemed to be having memory lapses and losing time. I often wondered where her mind took her, but at the same time, I also didn’t want to know because I could tell wherever it was, it haunted her.

“Abbie, his own room, I want to sleep with my mate. I am sick of being kicked,” I tell her, reaching for him. She rips the blanket back up that I pulled away. I tossed my arms up in the air becoming fed up.

“No, he stays. What if someone takes him, or what if he wanders off?” she tried to tell me. I was so sick of the excuses. There wasn’t an excuse she hadn’t given me.

“No, Abbie. You know he can’t get out, this place is secured, and Liam and Dustin and every other guard know to watch him and keep an eye out for him. He is perfectly safe,” I remind her, and she watches me as I scoop him up. Yet the look on her face makes me growl before setting him back down when I see her lips start quivering and the fearful look on her face.

“I am over this shit, every goddamn night with you!” I tell her before storming off and out of the room. She won’t sleep in the bed unless he is in it and it is driving me up the wall. I have never done anything to warrant her fear of me when it comes to the damn bedroom. She knows I would never force her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with, yet still, she fears me sleeping beside her.

“Gannon? Wait! Where are you going?” she panics as I reach for the door, at the same time, she grabs my arm. I shake her hand off, pushing the door open.

“I need to go; I will come back later. Just leave me be, Abbie,” I tell her, knowing if I stayed, I would say something I would surely regret. Instead, I go find Liam, needing to vent my frustrations because right now, I was at my wit’s end with her.

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