Page 5 of Saved By The King's Gamma

“Oh, she really is asking for it today; seems talking to her pathetic friend has given her a confidence boost,” Cassandra laughs but I see Stacey rush for the door. I almost forgot Cassandra was even in the room with us.

“You could never match up against him.” I snap, needing his attention on me and not Stacey. Kade’s smile evaporates instantly, replaced by an icy fury that steals whatever courage I had mustered and crushes it like I bug under his foot. Hearing the door, I glance at it and silently thank the Moon Goddess that Cassandra didn’t stop her as Stacey rips the door open and flees with her baby.

“I knew you were nothing but a slut,” Kade snarls, pulling my attention back to him. “You think he wants you?” he laughs wickedly as he rises to his feet only to kick me in the side of my stomach. I grunt, and clutch my stomach, curling in on myself.

Kade’s belt flicks through the air and I instinctively flinch at the sound as I turn my attention back to him.

“Let’s see how much he wants you when I am done with you,” he growls, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that chills me to the bone.

“Kade, please,” I beg, struggling to breathe. Kade raises his hand holding the belt. The swish of it has me closing my eyes, only for them to jolt open as tears spring at the sound of its crack against my thigh. I barely choke back the whimper that tries to escape me. Again and again, he raises his hand and brings the belt down on me until I am barely able to breathe through my sobbing. Pain surges through me with each strike, as the belt welts my thighs, back and arms and I don’t know what hurts more, my lungs trying to choke in air or the stinging sensation of the welts on my skin when my eyes lift to Cassandra.

Cassandra watches all of this, an eerie smile spread across her face while she plays with a strand of her hair, seemingly unaffected by my suffering until Kade removes his pants, stepping out of them, which has her pushing off the wall.

“Kade?” she murmurs, glaring at me like I am asking for this. Kade leans down and grips my shoulder forcing me on my back before his weight is suddenly crushing my chest as he straddles me. He fists his cock in one hand, while the other grabs my hair.

“Open your filthy whore mouth,” he snarls and despite the agony I am in I grit my teeth, pressing my lips together only for him to backhand me. Blood coats my tongue as I bite it from the action and dribbles down my chin.

“I said open your mouth!” he screams and spittle splatters over my face. I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks when he grips my throat and squeezes. I struggle against him, thrashing, trying to shove him off me when my lungs start screaming for air. My mouth opens on a silent scream when his fingers are suddenly no longer choking me, but his cock is as he forces it in my mouth.

“Bite me and I will cut out your tongue,” he warns while my hands push on his hips, but he just leans forward more, forcing my head back on the ground, effectively trapping me. A snarl rips through the air behind him, and I hear the door open and slam shut. I try to see who came in or if Cassandra left but I can’t move with Kade brutally thrusting into my mouth.

The slap of skin on skin and my muffled cries are loud in the room. Kade thrusts faster, his harsh breathing mingling with my choked gasps and I can do nothing but endure as Kade uses me. My hands feebly grip his hips needing air as I gag and he lets up a little, slowing when I am on the verge of passing out only then to grip my hair and stuff my mouth full of him once more. Minutes feel like hours, my jaw aches, hanging loosely while I try to breathe around him when he climbs off me.

“Now that Cassandra is gone, we have the room to ourselves,” he says while I gasp for air. I crawl to my hands and knees and retch while my bond throbs in my chest at what he did.

“Come here.” he says, making me glance at him. He moves to the armchair and falls into it. He points to between his legs, which are wide open. “You will swallow every drop, or it goes in your ass. The choice is yours,” he growls angrily. A lump forms in my throat, as memories flood my mind of Doyle shoving me over that bench and tearing my tunic.

“Which is it,” Kade snaps, pulling me from the memory, and I whimper as tears drip off my chin. Kade crooks a finger at me, motioning for me to come to him.

“One, if I get to three, I pick for you and I won’t be gentle.”

I don’t doubt his words and know there is no end to this man’s cruelty just as I know there is no mercy. My knees shuffle across the carpet until I am kneeling between his legs. “Seems you can behave.” He smiles cruelly and grips my hair, forcing my face down as he stuffs his dick back in my mouth, forcing me to blow him. He sighs loudly, letting my hair go and thrusting upward, making me gag.

He laughs at the sound of me choking on him. “Don’t forget to swallow, or I will make you watch as I kill Stacey and her baby,” he taunts while my tears drip onto his thighs as his hand pushes on my head and forces his cock deeper

3

Liam agreed to come with me. I had to make sure whoever I took had a strong stomach to handle what I have planned for the bastard who touched my Abbie.

Liam is part of the King’s Royal Guard, and the man has an iron gut since he is the king’s executioner. Liam is like a ghost; half the time you don’t realize he is there. The man is silent as the night when he wants to be. He is also just as fucked in the head as me; probably why we get along so well.

He is also the only person who knew of my mate. Liam is like a brother to me, he is older, not by much, but we grew up together, and he was raised by Clarice, just like most of us guards in the castle.

But just like Liam, I never speak about my past. It haunts me, but out of everyone, Liam and I have no secrets between us; he even helped me cover up what I did.

Kyson is aware that something had happened, but I don’t think he truly knows what or who she was to me. Or if he did, he never mentioned nor acknowledged it. One thing I do like about the King’s Royal Guard, we all grew up together. It’s why the king trusts us—we all know most of each other’s secrets, definitely the king’s. We all know Liam’s; it’s why no matter how unhinged he becomes, the king can never turn his back on him.

Kyson, Damian, and Liam and I are best friends, but I know even Kyson and Damian have their limits. They would look at me poorly if they knew what I did, especially after what I did to her; so I never told them. How I survived, I’ll never understand. Most Lycans die without their mate or are driven insane, yet still, I’m alive—if you call my existence living. For so long, I have purely existed, my life holding no meaning until Abbie came along.

However, I’m pretty sure Damian and the king suspected something because I never showed interest in looking for my mate, but that was because I had already found her.

I met Sia a year before Claire died, and she was a normal she-wolf. I thought it was a mistake; Lycans aren’t usually mated to common werewolves. She rejected me the same day I met her. The only issue was that Lycans can’t be rejected. The bond doesn’t just go away for us. The bond doesn’t end until one is dead. Werewolves can reject each other. While it’s painful for them, the bond eventually severs.

Even so, it took years after her death for the bond to die out completely, something I never thought would happen. I assumed I was stuck with longing for a bond that didn’t want me and was dead and buried for her betrayal. A betrayal I couldn’t look past. I held out hope she would come to her senses. That was when I learned werewolves could reject their mates. That was one difference between our species that became so obvious to me the day she did it.

Ironically, she could reject me and feel nothing toward me while I would be left pining for her and feeling her betrayal. And in our case, it could have killed me. After two years of it, I killed her. Liam helped me destroy the evidence and I know Kyson and Damian would have forgiven me for it or convinced me to hold off longer, but I didn’t want their pity; I didn’t want their concern when it wasn’t needed; I had it handled. And the king was grieving his sister.

At least I thought I did. It made me cold and unfeeling, and I detached from everyone. The only time I felt anything was when Kyson would send me to do the jobs nobody else wanted, and usually, Liam came with me for those jobs. I relished it, relished their screams, and eventually grew an appetite for it.

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