Page 66 of Saved By The King's Gamma

“Issue?” I ask, shutting the door behind me. The other men were smart enough to back up, but one sniff of the air, and I could tell this man was the Beta. His scent was more substantial than the others.

“I would have thought after your Alpha’s experience with stepping out of line and giving my men orders, that the rest of you would have more sense. Apparently not!” I tell the man while coming up behind Damian. His mud brown eyes flick to me over Damian’s shoulder and he swallows. The other five had scampered off, leaving the Beta to fend for himself when they realized they were dealing with Lycan’s and not random fleabag werewolves with no authority or rights.

The man glances around, his curly brown hair blowing in his face when he realizes his pack members had abandoned him.

“No issue, my King. I didn’t recognize you,” he stammers. Lie, the flags on the front of the limo showed our immunity.

“Did you have trouble recognizing my Beta too?” I ask. He pales, glancing at Damian, who held his signature smirk.

“I um… The Alpha, he…” the man babbles like an idiot.

“Your Alpha what? Told you to ignore hierarchy? To hold a gun to a Lycan’s chest?” I ask the man.

“He said not to let anyone in without notifying him first,” the man stammers. Damian glances at me.

“Even the king’s guard?” I asked. The man nods his head.

“Yes. Said that we must be prepared after last time. Two of your men killed the butcher and Mrs. Daley and kidnapped two rogue children,” he says.

“You mean the pedophile I sent them here to kill? And the headmistress that mistreated your Queen?” I ask the man. The man shakes his head.

“They were good people,” he claims, and my eyebrows rise into my hairline.

“Good people don’t rape and sell little girls!” I sneer, and he opens his mouth and closes it quickly. His hand tremble and I snatch the gun from his grip before he accidentally set it off. I tuck it down the back of my pants before punching him, Damian whistles and leans against the hood. Nothing angers me more than this twit thinking he can deny my men from entering pack lands that are under my rule.

He grunts, clutching his nose as blood sprays out everywhere. “Do not forget your place, Mutt! And it will always be beneath a Lycan’s feet! You dare tell my men they can’t enter on the ground I own again and I will have you tossed out and made rogue. Then you will see how your Alpha treats rogues,” I tell him. He nods, his eyes darting to Damian before he mutters an apology, and I turn, shaking my head and climbing back in the car.

Now, why are Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock so worried about my men and me coming here? Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so pointless after all.

I slide across the seat, muttering to myself, and my temper ripples just like my aura. “What’s wrong?” Azalea asks me. “Just border controls, forgetting who they are speaking with,” I answer.

She nods, and we starte moving again, yet the further we get into the sleepy town that is in the middle of nowhere, the more anxious Azalea becomes. My earlier mood is gone and replaced with anger for their Alpha, thinking he can tell me I can’t enter without notification. Who does he think he is?

“Abbie told me Katrina took over the orphanage?” Azalea asks, snapping my attention to her and out of whatever mood I slipped into.

“Yes, after Mrs. Daley left,” I tell her, not wanting to tell her Gannon skinned the woman alive and hung her in the basement. The pictures he took made my stomach turn; Gannon was one sick bastard. I shake the thought away and watch as she chews her lip.

“What are you thinking right now?” I ask her, and she rubs her belly without realizing it. I try not to smile at how she cradles the slight bump in her hand.

“I wondered if the children would still remember me,” she says.

“You want to go back there?” I ask, a little shocked. She shrugs, chewing on her fingernail, looking unsure.

“I think I do,” she finally answers.

“If we have time on the way home, we will stop in there,” I tell her.

“So we are just here to see the Alpha?” Azalea asks.

“Yes. And once we are done, I will take you to see the children if you like.” she nods, her eyes becoming a little glassy. I am not sure if she misses the children who live there or because she knows she is coming back to this place and it scares her.

I knew this place haunted both her and Abbie. And after the tortures they endure at this place, I am once again second-guessing bringing her here.

It takes another ten minutes before we pull up out the front of the Pack house. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock stand waiting out the front on the porch. However, when Azalea glances out her window and looks at them, her mood shifts through the bond. Her eyes burn brighter, flickering, and almost glow, her jaw clenches as she glares past me and out the window.

Climbing out of the car, I am surprised when I hear her door open. We had discussed she would wait in the car with Trey, but she gets out. The convoy of cars also pull up, and my men jump out to secure the perimeter. Trey jumps out of the front passenger seat with Liam and Liam shuts her door while Trey moves behind her. Damian glances at me, but I shrug, wondering why she suddenly wanted to come inside. Her mood has changed so swiftly I struggle to decipher the weird mood she is in, but seeing the two Alphas has awakened something within her.

The Alpha walks down the steps, holding his hand out to me, and I can hear Azalea walking around the other side of the car to me.

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