Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Gannon POV

 The moment I got back, I learned our assumptions were right about Ivy.

She was, in fact, Azalea Ivy Landeena, the rightful heir to the Landeena kingdom, and the King’s broken bond because of his actions had caused what I hoped was reversible damage.

The King was in a terrible mood because she was on the verge of her heat and denying him.

She refused to forgive him.

Yet as the days slipped by and Damian gave me every excuse under the damn sun not to interrupt the King, I became more impatient.

And I was on the verge of telling Ivy, or Azalea, I guess that would take some getting used to.

For so long, she was Ivy, and to think she was a princess all this time was astounding, though not completely unbelievable.

We had our suspicions on something being off with her just merely by her eyes alone.

That was the first thing that tipped me off that something was odd about the King’s mate.

I hoped that really stung the King for his actions.

Yet knowing this information only added to my need to tell Azalea about Abbie.

Azalea had no idea about how Abbie was truly living or about Kade’s infidelity, and if anyone could convince Abbie to come home, I knew it was her.

So knowing this, I went in search of the King, finding him at his office.

Yet no matter how hungover I was from last night, my mind was always clear when it came to Abbie.

So I didn’t hesitate once I made up my mind that today whether he wants to see me or not we would be speaking.

“Gannon?” Damian asks when he sees me stalking toward the office.

He rushes over and steps in front of the door as I go to grip the handle.

“Move Damian, and I need to speak to him,” “He is not in the mood right now, Gannon.

And you smell like a fucking brewery.

Are you drunk?” Damian asks.

I wasn't drunk, just extremely fucking hungover, I wished I was drunk, then it would stop the nagging feeling pulling inside me telling me something was extremely wrong.

“He is never in the mood.

Now fucking move! It will take five bloody minutes.” I snarl.

However, Damian doesn't move, so I shove him aside and barge through the door.

The King groaned loudly when I entered.

The door banged loudly on the wall as I entered, and Damian was right on my heels.

Kyson clicks his tongue and tosses the document down he was looking at.

Which only told me he knew exactly why I was here.

“Gannon, I have not got time for your drama with Abbie, right now.” There lay his issue he never has fucking time to listen to reason.

“I wonder if Azalea would say the same thing?” I ask him as I drop into the chair across from him, and he growls at me.

He looks at Damian as he wanders into the room behind me.

I ignore his angry presence, as he comes to stand behind me.

“Not happening.

Don't make me order you off castle grounds.

I am struggling enough with her going into heat soon.

I don't need you making it worse by causing an argument.” “Kade is hurting her!” I snarl at him, punching the desk.

“Enough! He is doing no such thing.

Azalea spoke to her the other day, and she said she liked it there,” Kyson’s eyes go to Damian behind me who I could feel was nervously pacing the room.

“Because of the fucking bond! She is blinded by the bond.

I want your permission to go get her,” I tell him.

However, the King shakes his head.

“I can't do that, but-” "You mean you won't do it.

You can override him, force them to reject each other.” I snarl and Damian grips my shoulder when I go to rise from my chair.

I shrug him off but remain seated.

“Not without consequences, Gannon.

We have been through this,” Kyson tells me.

But fuck the consequences.

“Azalea is in the corridor,” Damian tells the King, cutting into our conversation.

I peer over my shoulder at him before turning back to face the King, who was rubbing his temples as if he had a headache.

“lam willing to accept the consequences.

I will do it, it won't come back on you,” I try to reason with him, but still he shakes his head.

“My answer is no.

Damian, get him out here before she gets here.

I'm not dealing with this shit right now,” The King waves me off dismissively and I get up.

“Then you leave me no choice.

You won't do it, then I will tell the Queen!” I snarl, walking toward the door.

The moment I step past the desk, Kyson grabs my arm, his grip bruising.

Damian is quick to get between us, trying to diffuse the situation.

"You will do no such thing!” Kyson snarls in warning.

But I was sick of waiting, sick of waiting for her to see reason.

By the time that comes, it could be too late.

Noise from the corridors reaches my ears I hear Azalea speak.

“The King doesn't want you in there right now, my Queen.” I hear Dustin telling her, which makes the King jump at the sound of her voice.

He peers at the door behind him.

“Grant my request, Kyson,” I warn him, knowing now was my only chance to let her know what was going on with Abbie.

I knew he wouldn't tell her, which left it up to me.

I see his eyes glaze over and the mind-link opens up, and I know he is telling Dustin to take her away.

I growl at him when my assumption is correct.

“Ivy! Call me Ivy.” she snaps outside.

Clearly, she wasn't the only one struggling to get used to her name.

“My Queen, the King ...

” Dustin tells her “I want to know what's going on!” Ivy snaps at Dustin.

Damian pushes between us as I walk toward the door.

I sidestep him and move to open the door only for the King to shove me back, and the moment I move toward the door again.

He shifts and attacks me, knocking Damian aside.

I know it was her coming into heat that made his temper short, but for Abbie I would take his anger.

Either way, I was telling Azalea.

Yet the King wasn't having it when he knocked the air out of my lungs and I hear the cracking of his wooden desk as he slams me down on it, just as the door bursts open.

Azalea glances around, shocked while Damian picks himself up off the floor.

His lip was bleeding where he smacked it on the comer of the table.

Dustin grabs her arm as if he is about to rip her out of the room and I shove Kyson off before swinging at him, only for Kyson to punch me and I hit the ground.

I growl, trying to get up, stumbling from his blow.

Once again, Damian tries to get between us when Kyson glares at him, and Damian backs away with his hands up.

“Stand down! She will see sense soon and come back! Stop this!” the King orders me and I grit my teeth at his command.

"This is fucking bullshit! And you know it!” I snap at him.

"My hands are tied, you know this,” Kyson says, letting me go, and glaring down at me.

“You're the fucking King! You can make him give her back.” I tell him before peeking at Azalea.

I press my lips in a line, knowing it would cause world war three between them, but I didn’t care.

He would either grant me permission or deal with his mate.

“I wonder what Ivy would say to that.

Would you give her the same excuse?” I sneered at him.