Mated To The King’s Gamma

"Get it off your chest, son. I am not a mind reader. I know you tried to change her.”

“She said I tried to force her to live,”

“Because you did,” she tells me. No judgment from this woman ever came. I could tell her my darkest secrets; I knew she would take them to the grave with her and not judge me for my mistakes.

"Yes, but I don't think I can keep the promise I made to her if she tries to do it again,” I whisper

“I don't think she will try again, Gannon. Whatever Azalea did, it made her want to live. Abbie spent so much time trapped in her past that she forgot she now has a future, and that future is with you and Tyson. You just may need to remind her of it occasionally,” she tells me, passing me the soap and loofah. I take them, and she pats my cheek before walking out.

“I will take Tyson for the night. I am taking Hunter for the night, too. I will have Dustin come and grab Tyson for me,” she tells me.

“Thank you,” I tell her, and she nods, closing the door and leaving me with Abbie. I strip my pants off and climb into the shower. Abbie sat at my feet, leaning against the shower wall while I quickly washed before kneeling to wash her. She jerks awake when I pull her head under the water, coughing, and spluttering. She wipes her eyes, peering around.

"You're safe. It's just me,” I tell her, and she sighs, leaning back against the shower wall. Leaning out of the shower quickly, I grab her toothbrush and mouthwash. I put toothpaste on it, passing it to her, yet her eyes were already closing.

“Abbie, brush your teeth,” I tell her, placing the toothbrush in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. She chews on it while attempting to brush her teeth. I quickly wash her hair before tilting her head back while laughing at her when I try to pull the toothbrush from her mouth.

"Open your mouth,” I chuckle, scrubbing her teeth the same way I watch her scrub Tyson's every morning and night. “Spit,” I tell her when I am done. She does, mostly spitting it on herself, and I quickly wash it off her.

“Come on,” I tell her. She sluggishly peers up at me, returning to her surroundings and looking around again. It was clear she had already forgotten where she was. She was completely shitfaced, and she smiled lazily, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up.

“I think I drunkded too much,” she giggles, slurring each word and making me laugh.

“That you did," I tell her.

“Did you find my bunny?" I raise an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is talking about.

Thalf drag her while she stumbles out of the shower. It took me a solid twenty minutes to dress her because she kept demanding her bunny, which I finally figured out was her damn slippers. I place her in bed, tucking her in, her slipper tucked under one arm. Shaking my head, I put my boxers on before moving toward the door I realized was slightly ajar.

As I close it, I catch movement and open it, wondering if it was Clarice and if she needed something. Yet when I open the door, I catch a glimpse of something I wished I could unsee. I blink at the scene before me. Damian had Tandi's legs around his waist while he impaled his cock in her while pressing her against the damn wall.

I clear my throat. He is staring up at the ceiling instead of his white ass. “We have rooms for a reason!” I called out, and Tandi shrieked.

“Noted. We were getting there,” Damian growls, quickly rushing to his room down the hall. I shake my head, shut the door, and fall onto the couch.

Abbie would freak out if she woke up with me on the bed next to her. She never slept next to me unless Tyson was between us. Besides a few stolen kisses and brief hugs, that was it. It was also what caused the incident the other day.

Tyson has his own room now, and still, she refused to sleep in the bed without him. Or when I had put him in his room, I would wake up to her in there with him or her creeping over to the couch. Shutting the lamp off and closing my eyes, I drape my arm across my face.

The sky was already starting to lighten, yet sleep took me. Although, I am abruptly awoken from oblivion by a loud crashing noise, which has me sitting up instantly. My eyes peer around the room, adjusting to the darkness as my night vision kicks in.

I sigh, finding Abbie getting to her feet from the floor. She giggles, and I sit up just as she stands "Abbie, you should be asleep,” I groan, rubbing my eyes when I feel her body hit mine as she stumbles into me. I caught her to realize she had shredded her clothes in her sleep.

“Abbie,” I stammer. She only giggles, climbing into my lap, her lips attacking me. I grip her arms, but she pushes me back, straddling me. Her mouth crashes against mine, and I groan, kissing her back before regaining my wits and moving her back.

"Abbie, you're drunk,” I tell her. She slurs and mumbles while her hands keep tugging at

my clothes. I remove my shirt, dragging it over my head.

“You don’t want me!” she puffs while sitting up.

“Not while you're drunk, I don't. Now lay down,” I tell her, patting my chest. She ignores me, instead trying to kiss me, and I sigh. “Abbie!”

“I want you!" she whines, licking my chest.

"And if you still want me in the morning, you can have me. But not while you're like this,” I tell her, yet still, she insists, and I roll my eyes, tucking her beside me and locking my arms around her squirming body. Her ass is rubbing against my crotch, making me extremely uncomfortable as I trap her between the back of the couch and my chest.

I sigh and purr before realizing my calling would work on her now. And I take full advantage of it, letting it calm her and essentially knocking her out. I wasn't giving her another reason to hate me. And fucking her while she was like this would make me hate myself as much as she would hate me in the morning.

“Sleep, love. You're safe with me,” I whispered before kissing her cheek, loving the feel of her body safe in my arms.

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