Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

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Chapter 11

Gannon POV

Her tiny wolf tried to keep up, but she easily lost track of me, so I decided to double back, coming up

from behind her. Abbie‘s wolf was sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent She was by the river‘s

edge, and her head swiveled from side to side, looking amongst the trees as she tried to locate where i

went. However, doubling back and the added breeze were confusing her as she followed her nose

before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sat staring at the river.

Still, I didn‘t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watched her like some damn creep for a while cu

riosity goi the better of me, and I wanted to see if she would try to escape being this close to the border

! don‘t know why I wanted to see if she was tempted to; maybe because my fascination with the girl

was quickly turning into an obsession

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After a while, I watched as she wandered closer to the water‘s edge, dipping her head, trying to drink

from it. It was pretty shallow there, so I wasn‘t sure why she wouldn‘t just wade on in. Maybe she didn‘t

want to get wet?

Yet as she attempted to close her front, her paws slipped slightly, and Abbie reared back, scooting fur

ther away from the bank. Her heart rate was easily discernible as it thumped erratically against her

chest. She nervously glanced around as if she was trying to figure her way back before she huffed and

yawned and laying down. Stepping out from the treeline and the tree I was watching her from. Her ears

perked on top of her head. She instantly got to her feet. Spotting me, she rushed over and zipped

between my legs, rubbing herself on my legs.

Shewolves were amazing in their wolf form, unrestricted for the most part. They had no control, and

that was when they were predominantly closest to my species, baser instinct kicking in, just not as

strong as a Lycans urges. Leaning down, I brush my fingers through her soft thick fur, my claws

bumping over the ridges of her spine. She was skinny, too skinny for a wolf. I briefly wondered how

many times she had shift ed because her wolf side should have the bulk of hard muscle, yet even

through her fur, I could feel nothing but skin and bone.

My touch, however, seems to make her snap back to herself, and she drops to the ground as if com

manded, her rational part of her brain retaking control of her actions. A whimper escapes her as if she

thought she shouldn‘t have behaved in such a way.

The she–wolves I knew are always submissive to those of stronger potency, so it was not surprising

she thought she would be in trouble for her actions. She reminded me of Ivy in this sense. Both girls

were unusually submissive, as if over the years, any sense of themselves was slowly beaten out of

them until they were nothing but compliant to others‘ whims, so I wasn‘t surprised that Abbie would

fight her own in stincts even in this form. Crouching beside her, she instinctively turned languidly,

flopping on her side and showing me her belly.

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I chuckle, knowing Abbie must be internally cringing at her wolf side‘s actions. Yet if Abbie was any

thing like Ivy, she wouldn‘t understand her own instincts or Werewolf and Lycan heritage for that matter.

It was one thing that infuriated me to no end about Kyson. The man was set in his ways and expected

the girl to instantly be aware of her urges and to act on them. Damian and I kept telling him to be

patient with Ivy. yet patience was never his strong suit.

Abbie whines as I rub her belly and chest before I scoop her up, making her yelp loudly. My heart

lurched in my chest, thinking I hurt her as I dragged her into my lap.

“Did I hurt you?” | asked worriedly. That wasn‘t my intention, but sometimes I forget my strength. Yet

she shakes her wolfy head from side to side and I know I startled her as I sat her in my lap, crossing

my legs beneath her. She rests her head on my knee, but she pants as if thirsty after a few moments. I

looked at the river, wishing she could answer me back when I spoke.

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