Page 65 of Saved By The King's Gamma

“You come anywhere near my mate or Abbie, or I hear even a whisper of their names coming from you, I will have my guard hunt you down and string you up. Then I’ll make your boys watch as I kill you for it. Understood?” His voice is low and deadly, the calmness making it even more terrifying.

Cassandra nods, her body trembling like a leaf, and he releases her roughly. I can feel the wave of his aura as it crashes over her, like he’s wrapping a noose around her throat with nothing but his will. She chokes on a breath, gasping for air, as he issues his final command. “You will come nowhere near Azalea or Abbie. You will never speak or utter their names again,” he says, each word like a knife cutting through the air.

He shoves her away before turning to the guards, his gaze locking onto Dustin. “Dustin, run her back to her pack and get back here to help Liam and Gannon,” he orders. Dustin steps into the cell, grabbing Cassandra’s arm and dragging her out.

Something tugs at me, and I hurry over to the small card table by the wall, grabbing some sandwiches and a bottle of water. Without thinking, I run after them and thrust the food into Cassandra’s hands. She stares at me, stunned, and I know she’s feeling the weight of Kyson’s command keeping her from coming closer. But for this moment, I don’t care.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice breaking as she stares at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. I nod stiffly and step back, watching as Dustin hauls her away. I wander back toward Azalea, my mind heavy with uncertainty.

“That didn’t feel right,” Gannon mutters, his gaze still fixed on the place where Cassandra disappeared.

“It wouldn’t have been right to punish her either,” I tell him, my voice barely a murmur. My legs feel weak, and I grimace as I shift my weight, the pain in my back flaring up again. I wish I could be stronger, for Gannon’s sake and for mine.

Azalea moves toward me, and I try to take a step closer to her, but the remnants of her command keep me from closing the gap. I groan in frustration, hating the distance it forces between us. She reaches out, taking my hands in hers, and I feel some of the tension ease.

“I wish you could come with me. I don’t want to go back there by myself,” she tells me, her voice filled with a sadness that matches my own.

I give her a small, strained smile, shaking my head. “And play this tug of war? I can’t move to you, only you can come to me—that would be an issue. But it’s okay. I don’t think I could go back there, anyway. I never want to see that place again.” My voice trembles, and I know she understands. We’ve both been haunted by that place, but she’s braver than me, ready to face it head-on.

Kyson is already moving again, speaking to Trey about cameras and security, but I hardly hear them. All I can think about is how much I wish things were different. How much I wish that somehow, we could all just escape these chains that keep pulling us back to the past.

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Azalea was in a strange mood. She was scared, not that she would admit it. I was kind of glad to get out of the castle with her. At least she would be safe with me. Or so I hoped. I hope bringing her back to this place doesn’t dredge up unwanted memories for her or haunt her, especially after this morning. She knew I was keeping stuff from her, but I was only doing it to protect her, though some of it was for selfish reasons.

“Are you worried about returning here?” I ask her, but she shakes her head. Which only confirmed my original thoughts. She feared being at the castle. I was struggling to figure out who I could trust myself.

Every lead we had was a dead-end, and I knew this one would be too. They always were, yet still, we investigated.

“What are you worried about, then?”

“Everything,” she murmurs. I could feel the weight and pressure on her. She had been thrust into a world she knew nothing about. Laws, kingdoms, and her own family history were a mystery to her. Then, on top of that, she was worried about Abbie. She was always worried about Abbie. Concerned about who was trying to kill her and why. But most of all, she was curious to know who she was, and as determined as I was to keep it from her, I knew she also needed to know. So I would start teaching her to use her Alpha voice even if it means hers would one-day overthrow mine.

Yet feeling her through the bond, her nervousness and anxiety worsened the closer we got, and the overwhelming urge to comfort her grew stronger. I wanted to touch her, put her mind at ease, and let her know she was safe with me.

“Come here.” I couldn’t stop the edge of a growl escaping me, but she turned her head to look at me, pulling her attention away from the window.

“Seatbelt, Azalea. Sit up, Azalea. And now, you want me to remove my seatbelt to come to you?” she spits at me sarcastically while shaking her head. My little mate was growing more cunning. Her attitude I always found amusing until it was used against me.

I growl and unclip my seatbelt before moving toward her. Sliding onto the seat beside her and slipping my arm across her tiny waist and undoing her seatbelt before looping my arm around her waist and dragging her onto my lap. She growls, and I purr back at her. She would not escape me so easily. My hand snuck under her shirt to rest on her lower belly. The slightest bump fit in the palm of my hand. She sighs and relaxes against me as I caress it. I couldn’t wait to watch her belly grow with our child, I couldn’t wait to see what sort of mother she would be. I wanted a big family, and I wondered ‌whether she shared the same thoughts.

To me, her scent was like a balm, soothing yet also teasing, making my mouth water. She smells sweet, cherry, and vanilla, and I can’t explain the strange urges her scent enticed. I have never liked sweets, yet her scent was addictive and inviting. She smells delicious.

So I can’t help the purr that slips out and vibrates against her back. My calling works every time, and I love how she melts under it. At least, that is one thing I will always have that she can’t resist. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

My cock grows hard beneath her, and I am glad Abbie didn’t come. I felt like I hardly got time with her alone anymore, so having her so close and all mine, I can’t resist the temptation her flesh is offering. My fingertips draw circles on her skin before teasing the waistband of her tights. My purr grows louder, and I can feel the effect I am having on her. Her arousal through the bond is intense and perfumes the small space in the limousine. Her scent becomes overwhelming. I am supposed to be distracting her and calming her, and all I managed is to work myself up.

“Kyson! Damian and Trey are in the front!” she hisses, gripping my wrist and trying to stop it from slipping lower. Ignoring her, I slip my hand beneath the waistband and cup her warm pussy with my hand.

“Kyson!” she squeaks, while squirming on my lap. I groan as her ass brushes against my erection. Stroking the seam of her wet lower lips, she could deny me all she wants, but she can’t hide the feeling I am enticing out of her.

Azalea squirms as my fingers tease her folds, drawing out moisture with each brush across her slit. “Hmm,” I hum before shoving my finger inside her.

Any words of protest she did have, die off as my thumb gently rubs against her swollen clit. Her legs open wider for me, and I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and withdrawing my finger that is slick with her arousal before sliding it back in and curling it deep within her. Her inner walls clench around my finger, and she moans softly, and her head rolls back against my shoulder as she gives in to the feeling I was building up with the friction.

However, it is short-lived when I hear the screech of tires, and the limo slows. I growl, peering out my window, and Azalea scrambles off my lap. My hand slides out of her pants, and an angered growl leaves me as the car comes to an abrupt stop. We are stopped by the side of the road, just outside the pack borders and men surrounded the vehicle.

Snarling, I hear Damian get out of the car and listen to him talk to Alpha Dean’s men, who are trying to refuse us entry. Reaching for the door handle, I toss it open and climb out. Six werewolves are arguing with him about there not being any announcement of our arrival. My aura slips out as I stare at the man with his gun pointed at Damian’s chest. Damian snarls, unflinching, and daring the man to pull the trigger.

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