Page 31 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“Tyson, out!” I order him, feeling guilty but he doesn’t need to witness this; he’s already seen too much. He rushes out and I turn back to Abbie, my heart thumping frantically as panic swallows me. “Come on, Abbie! Don’t do this to me.” My wrist tries to heal, and I bite into it to keep it open before opening her mouth, forcing more of my blood into her. When that still doesn’t work, I grip her under the arms and sink my teeth into her neck, flooding her system with my venom. I can’t lose her. How stupid of me to leave her while she was upset.
Abbie’s eyes began to flutter, and the color begins to return to her cheeks and lips and Tyson whimpers behind me just standing outside the bathroom door. “See, Tyson, Momma’s okay, Go wait in the room, and I’ll bring her right out.” I tell him. She begins to sputter and choke on the water.
Tyson reluctantly goes into the bedroom. I turn my attention back to Abbie. Her eyes bulge from her head, and she stutters, “Wha…what did you do? Why did you try to stop me?” she says, glancing around frantically when I see her eyes go back to the razor she used, resting on the side of the bathtub.
Abbie gasped as she looks down at her wrists and sees her wounds healing quickly and pushing out of my arms, flailing about. I can’t let her try to kill herself again. I have no other choice. So I grab her, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, this time trying to flood and overwhelm her system with my venom. She fights me and I bite my wrist, jamming it over her mouth while she screams and flails about trying to stop me. I won’t lose her!
I pin Abbie, marking her repeatedly and force her head under the bloody water. I pray I didn’t fuck up and the Lycan genes kicked in. Her hand’s rake my arms and she thrashes, spilling water everywhere, kicking and screaming under the water. Tyson screams and rushes in hitting me, screaming for her, his nails scratching me down my arms and back as he yanks on my shirt.
“Da, Da. Sto,” he wails yanking on me, and I fall back on my ass on the wet tiles and she jumps out of the water, sitting up, and clutching the sides of the tub. Tyson reaches for her but before he can, she chokes and sputters, spewing up water and giving me a frightened look.
“Abbie? I… I—” She stares at me for a second before climbing out of the tub and snatching her gown off the hook on the bathroom door.
“Abbie, wait!” I call out to her, but she is already gone. I hear the bedroom door slam just as Tyson goes to chase after her. I scoop him up, and he fights me.
“Wait, stop.” I try to soothe him as he screams for her. “Daddy wasn’t hurting her,” I try to tell him, yet I know that is a lie. I grab Tyson, setting him on my hip and step out the doors to find Liam coming back to his room. The bottle in his hand drops and shatters on the floor.
“Gannon?”
“Find Abbie! Help me find Abbie,” I tell him, and he takes off down one hall and I take the other. But after half an hour and no sign of her, I go looking for Azalea, hoping she is with her. When I reach her bedroom, Trey tells me he hasn’t seen her. Trey looks at me horrified and grits his teeth. “What have you done?” he asks, I shake my head. I just need Azalea.
“I need Azalea,” I tell him. “Mind link the king!” I snap at him, and he swallows glancing at her door before I feel him open the mind link, phasing me in so I can listen.
“Trey, which moron is at my door?” the king snarls at him.
“That moron would be me, My King,” Trey says, though I can hear the amusement in his voice at the king calling him a moron.
“What is it?” Kyson asks while I impatiently move from foot to foot, if he refuses I will break the king’s door down.
“Gannon wants me to ask if the queen would help him find Abbie,” Trey tells him.
“Tell him we are busy,” the king retorts. I growl and Trey glances at me and Tyson.
“Tell him it’s important that she left Tyson!” I tell Trey who recites my words to Kyson.
“I did, My King. He said he wouldn’t ask, but she left Tyson and took off, and he can’t find her.”
“She left Tyson?” the kings ask him.
“Yes, My King and Gannon said….”
“That she would never leave him behind,” the king finishes for him, and I sigh.
“We’ll be right there,” the king tells him, and he cuts the mind link. I look at Trey who waves me off because I’m becoming antsy standing here doing nothing when I should be looking for her.
“Go. I will inform them that…” He glances down at me nervously.
“Something happened,” Trey tells me, and I rush off with Tyson to check the servants’ quarters and the communal bathrooms.
One word from Azalea has the entire castle searching for her, yet no matter where we search, we can’t find her. Hours pass and we all start backtracking when I spot water marks on the floor and find a bloody handprint by the stairs. I sniff the air, picking up her scent, and start climbing the stairs. Tyson is still sobbing in my arms. I can’t think straight—can barely breathe. Panic courses through me and I have the entire castle out looking for her.
I fucked up.
I lost her.
My mind races, replaying the last few minutes over and over. The way she looked at me in the shower. The way she flinched from me. The way she ran.
I follow her scent, pushing my way toward the royal wing. My heart sinks when I realize where it leads.
