Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 1

Abbie

This was it. Alpha Brock would finally

put an end to my misery today. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, though I was surprised he didn't biggest was being put up for auction and being sold to

the butcher. Vile man, despicable. I shudder at the

thought and suck in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. I would kill

myself before I ever let myself be placed in his hands.

Doyle would not have me, no

he would not be allowed to violate me further, and I knew Ivy would understand. She knew the pain If only she hadn't climbed on that chair next to me, the rope would have held my weight and my misery would have ended that fateful day.

Although the very thought of

leaving Ivy with the headmistress, Mrs. Daley, made bile rise up my throat. Wicked old bitch, I couldn her. Especially after what she just

did to us. My back stung, but I knew the markings that lashed my skin was nothing compared to the just got. All because she gave us too many chores, more than usual

king was visiting today. As if we cared he would just be another to torment us if given the chance.

I flinch as I place the rag doused in medicinal herbs on her skin. She tried not to move or cringe, but us very soon. Eight horrendous years later and we would finally be free of this place, this life and I co ARTIDE

Most would think it morbid to wish for death,

but death would be more pleasant than the life we are living in this orphanage. Housed by

the very pack that killed our parents, the alpha slaughtered them right in front of us mercilessly. Gral a bandage, I started wrapping it around her torso. Ivy shudders and grips the duvet on the

bottom bunk, fisting it trying to hide the pain she was in. I sniffle, trying

to stop myself from crying. Goddess knows Mrs. Daley would punish us worse if she saw a tear.

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Once I had finished dressing her wounds I reached for her blouse and helped her pull it on, while un-tucking her raven hair as it bunched up inside

the blouse. I smiled sadly at her, hoping that the little

herbs would help remove some of the pain for her. Ivy swallows and nudges me, taking the leftover I and tapping me in a

silent message to turn around. Ivy dab’s the wounds on my back with a wet cloth to clean

them, though mine were more just raised skin and stung a little, hers were deep gashes. When

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Ivy watches me and silence falls between us. This was it today the Alpha would end us and if I

had to go out I was glad I had Ivy by my side. I would be lying if I said I wasn't

a little scared. It made me wonder if I would be reunited with my parents. Gosh

how I missed them. It had been so long I almost forgot what they looked like.

Reaching my hand out Ivy places her calloused one in mine and I look around the orphanage bedroc them. I give Ivy's hand a squeeze and she squeezes mine back, but I don't let go as we walk out of the bedroom.

We walk up the long corridors, passing each room and it saddens me knowing I would not wake up faces to clean, and little hands dragging

us from our bed to make them breakfast. The children here were the only good

thing about this place. As we passed each room, I

hesitated at Tyson's door. I worried who would look after him, he is non—

verbal and had a severe learning disability that Mrs. Daley refused to have him tested. I worried whether he

would get fed or would Mrs. Daley lock him away again like she did when he first came here. He was MU

Emotions threatened to choke me as I look at his little bed, the little bed I would sometimes climb in middle of the night to soothe his night terrors. The little bed filled with his

scent. If I wasn't going to my own funeral, I would take him with me, but death was no

place for him. He deserved the world and I hoped one day he would have it at his little fingertips. It t all my willpower to keep walking. This would be the last time we walked these halls, the last time we to the floor below.

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Yet as we reached the bottom, the weight lifted off me. We were finally free, free of this life and free of

Mrs. Daley and I would no longer have to hide whenever the butcher came to drop off meat. I would “Let's go home,” I whispered to her.

Ivy pushed on the double

doors leading to the small courtyard out front, the porch creaked under our feet and I saw the kids down play equipment. I lost count of the amount of times I have had to patch

the kids up after falling from it or pulling

splinters from tiny feet and hands. We stepped out into the bitterly cold air though the cold had nev easily someone could break another. The day she locked me in that damn basement with the butche that day I learned it was better not to feel just switch it off, it is what it is.

The day was overcast, the clouds hiding the sun

making it gloomy. The grey clouds were low, and it looked like it would rain later in the day

The kids stop what they're doing and rush over, grabbing and reaching for

us, wanting us to play. Tears threaten to bubble and spill but I fight them back looking for my

boy and enjoying seeing them one last time when a car pulls up and parks on the curb. It is sleek and black, the windows tinted so darkly that we can’t see who is inside, Yet I don't care because I not over to me. His plushie in his hand, and it was missing an eye that I had sewed on one too many tim: His eyes were glassy. The kids had no idea where we were going yet looking at Tyson's little face I fel back and seeing the distress on his little face broke my heart as I scooped him up.

“Shh, don't cry, don't cry,” I

whisper, kissing his temple. He was skinny and fit perfectly in my arms. “You be a good boy, try to st: his parents were killed and he was a colicky baby, the first year of his

life I hardly slept and when I did catch a few moments, it was because he was on my chest and now I was leaving him to this horrid woman.

I inhale deeply, soaking in his scent one last time, savoring it as I silently prayed to the

moon goddess to not let anything happen to him.

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Ivy nudges me, telling me we should go, and I place him down when I notice the car was still

parked by the curb.

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passenger door opens and two men hop out. They are dressed well, in clean crisp clothes, not a hair ready. Neither looked like what I would expect so—

called royalty to look like. Mrs. Daley rushes out in a hurry. She looked like a mutton dressed up as a changed into a super tight pencil skirt and blouse, having popped

the first two buttons open as if either of these men would be interested in her wrinkling old floppy ti look like a golf ball in a sock, I had seen her naked once and

I can tell you she had old floppy tits and sported a 70's afro that would need a hedge trimmer. Scarre laugh and let Ivy tug me along to meet Alpha Brock.

Mrs. Daley looks over at the

two men as they approach the small brick fence surrounding the place. “You must be?” she stops tryi "He couldn't make it, so he sent us instead,” says the man who hopped out of the driver's seat. He w. had blonde hair that shaped his face. Another man got out of the car behind that one, and he had d: of his car and lit a smoke and I watched as he dragged back on it and nearly stumbled over my own as Ivy pulled me along. For some reason I found him intriguing, but I shake my head and the though away. There was something dark and sinister about that man. His dark eyes looked me over

before his eyes went to mine. The endless pools of darkness stared back at me and he smirked, maki Lycans are different from werewolves; they remained upright when they shifted and were more powe human; I had shifted on my eighteenth birthday and what a horrific experience that was, especially w I was too loud. Lycans, however, are purebloods and lethal beasts.

Lycans are also immortal

though a dying species, go figure. As we stepped out the gate a man I hadn't noticed before steppe This man commanded attention, seemingly without trying. His suit did nothing to hide the bulk of m away from

him, yet Ivy stared back almost mesmerized by him when he cocks his head to the side, watching he "We should go.” I

whisper I didn't want to leave Alpha Brock waiting, he would make our death particularly heinous, an men were

looking at her. We walk out the small gate when the man with silver sparkling eyes grips Ivy's arm tu I gasped as his eyes flickered. Movement out of

the corner of my eyes made me see the man who was smoking toss his cigarette to the gutter a curic his face as he watched the man holding Ivy's arm.

“Rogue?” The man says, and my grip on her hand tightens, the way he looked at her was as

if he wanted to devour her. He turns his attention toward Mrs. Daley and lets her arm go before look at

me and I quickly drop my gaze, as we both duck our heads in submission. The man growls and Mrs. way she sneered at Ivy.

"Yes, sir, they are just on their way. Run along, girls,” Mrs. Daley says, and we both nodded and I tug We made our way into town. This side of the town was run—

down, and the lawns were overgrown, litter filled and clogged the gutters and leaves coated the gro as we walked. Most of the houses had

been destroyed by a storm that blew through the town a few months ago, leaving most homes abandoned.

There was only one way in and out of this town as it only had only road leading in. The forest surrou us secluded from any human towns, packs tended to stick to themselves and after years

of hiding they eventually forgot about the werewolves and we became

folklore or myth. Yet all myths and legends started somewhere and that was usually with a version of Both syy and I looked to the forest longingly. If only

we could escape. I sighed the only freedom we would get was with

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