Page 2 of Mated To The King's Gamma
I told myself that maybe she had finally realized what we could be. That maybe she would take it all back. That all I had to do was see her, hold her, remind her and she would come back to me.
I drove fast, faster than I should have, barely noticing the dark stretch of road beneath my tires. The lookout wasn’t far now. Soon, I would see her.
Soon, everything would be okay.
Pulling in there, seeing the headlights cut through the darkness. Watching him step out.
Then her.
But as I pulled in and cut the engine, I saw him standing beside it. I kept wondering at first why he was here. Was he waiting for me?
For me?
No.
For her.
The hope I felt seeing her—alive, beautiful, mine—was short-lived. Because the next thing I saw was the way she looked at him. Like he was her savior. Like he was the one she chose.
The world slowed.
She wasn’t waiting for me.
She was here with him.
She wasn’t nervous, wasn’t excited. She wasn’t feeling any of the things I was feeling.
She was irritated.
Like I had just interrupted something.
My blood turned to ice.
Liam turned toward me, confusion flickering across his face. “Brother, I swear I had no idea she was your mate.”
And I knew he was telling the truth.
Because Liam would never betray me. Never.
But Sia—Sia wasn’t confused. She wasn’t surprised.
She was annoyed.
And then, she said the words that shattered everything.
“What? What are you doing? Don’t just stand there. Kill him!”
Something inside me snapped.
Liam let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Kill my brother? I think not.” His voice was flat, emotionless.
She panicked, realizing then she had miscalculated. She had spent so much time playing her game, weaving her lies, that she had never considered this outcome.
She thought Liam would choose her.
She thought wrong.
She looked at me, her eyes widening as she took a step back. “But he… He.”
