Page 88 of Claimed By the King's Gamma

Blood pools in my mouth from where he has split my lip open with his violent grip.I struggle to peer around through my blurry vision, as panic rises in me, him looming above me.

“What did you just say?”Kade growls, his hand still gripping tightly onto my hair.

“I-I said he brought me food,” I stammer out weakly, trying to catch my breath.

“A man brings you food and you don’t tell me?You hide it from me like some kind of secret?”Kade’s voice is filled with rage and betrayal.

“I didn’t think it was important,” I whimper, tears streaming down my face as I try to defend myself.

“Nothing is more important than what happens in this house,” Kade seethes, his grip on my hair tightening even more.“You’re mine, and everything that concerns you concerns me.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I cry out, completely helpless under his wrath.

“You’ll be sorry when I’m done with you,” he sneers before slamming my head back into the bench again.The pain is worse this time, and I feel hot tears streaking down my cheeks as darkness starts to close in on me.

But before everything goes black, Kade lets go of my hair and turns away from me.Gasping for air and clutching at the bench for support, I watch as he storms across the kitchen and punches a hole into the wall.

I shrink back against the cabinets, fear coursing through me as he continues to vent his anger on anything in sight.

He starts ripping the canned food off the shelves, tossing them at me, and I shield my head, my body becoming bruised and battered, the bond screaming for him to stop, and my heart twisting painfully in my chest.He snarls, picking up a bag of candy.

“Did you fuck him?”Kade snarls, and I shake my head, sobbing.My hands shake as he reaches for me, and I put them up to shield my face.Blood trickles down the side of my head, from my nose and eyebrow, my lip, my arms are bleeding from his claws and my blood stains the floor, my hands, and my clothes.

“Please, Please, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I shriek when he grabs my hair again, ripping my head back before stuffing the candy in my mouth.I try to spit it out, choking on it.

“Filthy fucking pig, you fucked him, didn’t you?Thought you could get away with sneaking around behind my back,” he roars in my face, spittle hits my face with his words.

“You want to act like a whore, I will treat you like one,” he growls.

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