Page 2 of Saved By The King's Gamma

I know it is Azalea’s inevitable heat that makes his temper short, but for Abbie I will take his anger. Either way, I am telling Azalea.

But the king isn’t having it when he knocks the air out of my lungs and I hear the cracking of his wooden desk as he slams me down on it. Then the door bursts open. Azalea glances around, shocked while Damian picks himself up off the floor. His lip is bleeding where he smacked it on the corner of the table.

Dustin grabs her arm as if he is about to rip her out of the room and I shove Kyson off before swinging at him. He blocks it and punches me. I hit the ground with a thud, my jaw aching from the blow. With a growl, I try to stand, stumbling from his blow. Once again, Damian tries to get between us, but Kyson glares at him, and Damian backs away with his hands raised.

“Stand down! She will see sense soon and come back! Stop this!” the king orders me, and I grit my teeth at his command, fighting against it.

“This is fucking bullshit! And you know it!” I snap at him.

“My hands are tied, you know this,” Kyson says, letting me go, and glaring down at me.

“You’re the fucking king! You can make him give her back,” I tell him, noticing Azalea watching closely as she glances between us. I press my lips in a line, knowing it will cause World War III between them, but I don’t care. He will either grant me permission or deal with his mate.

“I wonder what Ivy would say to that. Would you give her the same excuse?” I sneer at him.

“If I knew what?” she asks, stepping through the gap in the door where Dustin is trying to keep her out of the king’s raging path.

“Nothing, Ivy. Go back to our room, love,” Kyson says, glaring at Dustin behind her.

“Don’t glare at him! I want to know what’s going on and why you are all fighting,” she demands, stepping further into the room.

I open my mouth to tell her when the king turns, a furious growl tearing out of him, but I stare back at him. Kyson turns his attention to Dustin who reaches for Ivy.

“Dustin, get her out of here and keep her out!” Kyson snaps. Dustin grabs her arm, trying to pull her from the room when I speak, making everyone freeze.

“Kade is mistreating Abbie,” I tell her. Dustin tries to yank her out when she tenses, and she shoves him off. She turns to Kyson, wanting to know what I am talking about. The king snarls, pivoting. In my hungover state, I don’t see his fist until it is too late. He punches me so hard, I instantly see black.

I wake moments later, head pounding to Ivy screaming at Kyson. The king has his hands locked around Dustin’s throat, and Damian is trying to break up the obvious fight while I try to figure out what the fuck happened while I was out.

“Let him go, Kyson! You hurt him, and I will walk out those fucking doors and out of your life faster than I stepped in it!” Ivy snaps at Kyson. Her hand grips his wrist.

“We will speak in the room. Now go!” Kyson tells her.

“No, I want to know about Ab—” she screams., Dustin gets between them.

“Room, now!” the king commands, cutting her off, and I instantly feel terrible. She still can’t fight his Alpha aura and is forced to leave. Dustin sucks in a wheezing breath, and Kyson lets him go, shoving him away and glaring at him.

“You know where you should be!” the king snaps at him, and he hurries off after Ivy. The king turns around to face us and Damian takes a step back just as I get to my feet. The king stalks toward me and grabs me. He shakes me and growls in my face.

“Do you have any idea what you have just done?” he snarls at me.

“She has a right to know!” I retort.

“You disobeyed a fucking order! I told you not to get her involved!” he snaps at me, his aura growing more potent by the second as I fight the urge to submit to it.

“And what about Abbie? Ivy may be the only one who can make Abbie see sense. Abbie trusts her,” I tell him.

“That may be so, but now you have just caused me a giant fucking headache. I didn’t want to deal with this right now. Not when she is so goddamn close to going into heat, and the bond has just fucking forged! I had to fucking command her, Gannon!” he yells at me. I did not make him command her. That is on him. Just as every bad decision he has made when it comes to Ivy is.

“You didn’t have to do anything, Kyson. You chose to command her because you don’t like being challenged, so don’t blame that on me!” I tell him.

I understand his reasoning for not wanting to break the laws he created. We have laws even the king must abide by, and until Abbie asks to come back, his hands are tied entirely unless he wants a war with all the nearby packs. And he already has enough enemies without adding them to that list. Yet I wasn’t asking him to break those laws. I would do it so it wouldn’t come back on him.

“I know you are mad, but we can’t afford this crap right now. You want something to do, go back to Silver Creek!” the king snaps at me. What use would it be of going back there? I have already whipped Mrs. Daley an inch from her life for what those girls endured at her hands. He shakes me, and I try to shake his grip off.

“I already got that bitch. She can’t walk for god’s sake! What the fuck else could I possibly do to her?” I snarl at him

“Not Daley. But make sure she is dead before you return home. I have another job for you while we wait for Abbie to come back,” he says, his voice dropping low and the cruel glint in his eyes tells me whatever he is about to tell me is going to be bad.

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