Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

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Chapter 5

Two days passed, and I hardly saw Ivy, seeing

her in small intervals here and there. The King kept her ridiculously busy

and spending so much time in these quarters was

boring. The men on this floor were hardly here, and I found myself hoping

they were just so I had something to clean. My days are turning repetitive

and becoming a constant. Mopping floors that were never dirtied or wiping non–existent dust.

Filling my mop bucket, I dropped in

some cleaning chemicals and grabbed my mop. I struggled under the weight of the sloshing water as I

made my way from the laundry, passing Clarice in the kitchens, who was

busy making lunches, and out to the foyer. Water sloshed over the sides, spilling onto the floors, and I c

ursed as I set the bucket down before using the mop to clean up the mess I had made on the steps.

With a groan, I reached for the bucket, only I found a hand to grab it for me; I had no idea where he ca

me from

and didn‘t even hear him come up the step behind me. He grabbed the bucket and started walk ing up t

he steps. He said nothing, and I glanced at Gannon, who didn‘t even look back

and continued carry ing the heavy bucket to his quarters before setting it down on the top step.

“Thank you,” I called after him, but he didn‘t even acknowledge the words that left my lips just kept walk

ing toward his bedroom. I watched him slip into his room and close the door. With a sigh, I started scru

bbing the clean floors. I didn‘t see him come back out of his room, and the floor was so quiet I was sure

he must have slipped past at some point. Clarice sent lunch up with Ester

and some lunch for me. She had blonde hair, and her servant‘s uniform was a little too tight. Sometime

s when she bent over, I could see her ass cheeks poking out from the bottom. I thought it a little

inappropriate given how many men lurked

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around here, though they didn‘t seem to mind her half–clad body and her boobs busting out the top.

She thrust a plated sandwich at me. “Here, I haven‘t got all damn day. Some of us have real work

to do,” she snapped at me. I set my dust brushed down and reached for the sandwich when she dropp

ed the plate. I didn‘t understand what her problem was. It was clear she didn‘t like Ivy and me. The entir

e castle heard about her ranting and raving about Ivy taking her job. Yet I had done nothing to her. The

plate shat ters on the ground, and she huffs.

“Fucking clumsy half-breeds, seriously

get it together,” she snaps, sashaying her hips as she walks off. I sighed, grabbing the dustpan and bro

om to clean up the broken glass.

“Ester!” a booming voice growled behind me, making the woman stop. Her entire body tensed as she r

eached the stairs.

Footsteps behind me had me peeking over my shoulder to see who it was, and I was

startled to see that Gannon was still up here. I for sure thought he had snuck out when I returned the m

op bucket to the laundry. His footsteps stopped beside me, and I

peered up at him to find his imposing body standing be side me. Instinctively, I shied away from his

anger and swallowed, dropping my gaze back to the task at hand.

“Yes, Gannon,” Ester purred in a sickly sweet voice. I rolled my eyes, and it was clear the woman was

a power–hungry whiny brat. I pick up the ruined sandwich, dumping it in my little bucket before

grabbing the dust broom when it is snatched from my hand, making me jump. He grabbed my arm and

hauled me up right as I looked up to find him holding it.

“Clean it up.” Gannon growls at her. The order rolling off him made my knees buckle, but his

grip on my arm kept me upright as my legs threatened to go out under

his command. Gannon held the dust broom out to Ester, and I gasped. Ester pins me with a glare that

threatens to set me on fire before pursing her lips.

Yet even Ester didn’t appear to want to challenge this man as she stalked forward and

snatched it from him before bending down to clean up the broken glass. Her ass cheeks poked out

from under her skirt, and Gannon growled, making me

look at him to see him look away from her. His grip on my arm tight ened as he pulled me away from

her.

“And fucking find a longer dress. No one wants to see your ass on display,” Gannon snarled at Ester as

he pulled me toward the stairs. I swallowed,

wondering if I was in trouble because he still hadn‘t let my arm

go. Was he taking me to Clarice to tell her of my clumsiness? Unease pooled in my stomach as he

trudged down the steps.

. “I‘m sorry, I didn‘t mean to,” I told him when he stopped on the steps. He looked at me and seemed to

realize he still held my arm.

“Sorry,” he muttered, letting me go. I stood awkwardly while his eyes ran the length of me before his

gaze settled back on mine.”

“You shouldn‘t let her speak to you like that. Ester can be a bitch, but she holds no

more authority in this castle

than any other servant, so don‘t put up with it, or she will walk all over you,” he said, and I glanced back

up the stairs. Did he not realize I was only a werewolf? She definitely held more authority than me and

could rip me to shreds. I was not stupid enough to cause confrontation, especially with a Ly can.

“Come on,” he says, and my brows furrow, but I don‘t move. I was stationed to remain in the Beta’s qua

rters.

“Now, Abbie,” Gannon calls as he steps down a few steps. “But I have to,”

“I said now, come on,” he says, stopping and looking at me expectantly. I chew my lip, wondering wher

e he is taking me, but I know better than to refuse. I follow him, and he leads me

to the kitchens, where he gives me a nudge through the doors ahead of him, where Clarice

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looks up at me.

“Finished already, dear,” she

smiles before her brows furrow when Gannon comes in behind me. Her eyes widened,

and Clarice wiped her hands on the tea towel she was using.

“Gannon Love, I am sure whatever she did,” Clarice quickly defends me, but he says

nothing, stepping past me

and walking toward the pantry. Clarice rushes over to me. “You didn‘t go into any of the forbidden areas

?” she whispers, and I shake my head when he returns with bread and condiments. He points to a stool

beside him.

“Abbie, sit!” he says, and Clarice and I look at him before she quickly nudges me to do what he

asked. My hands shook as I used the bench to climb up onto the high stool. I sit there playing with my fi

“Everything alright, son,” Clarice asks, touching his shoulder.

“Fine, ma,” he says to her, pulling bread out from the bag when Ester comes in, dumping the dustpan an

broom in the cleaning cupboard. Gannon growls at her.

“You can finish mopping the entire floor and take Abbie‘s duties for the day,” Gannon says to her with ou

he doesn‘t even look up at her.

“Either that or I will make you shovel shit with Peter in the stables, Ester, so choose,” Gannon says,

and she huffs but storms out. Clarice looks after her and glances between Gannon and me.

I shrug, unsure what to make of it, when Gannon

sets a BMT sandwich in front of me, cutting it in half before cutting his own.

“Eat,” he says, tapping the plate and Clarice nods to me, and Gannon takes the other stool beside me,

eating his own sandwich.

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