Page 11 of Mated To The King’s Gamma (Lycan Luna: Abbie & Gannon #3)

I shouldn’t be here, I should be down there watching that bastard take his punishment, paying for his sins, But Abbie and I have done nothing but argue., and I can see if I go down there and stand by my king’s side, she wouldn’t forgive me.

Sitting here I feel useless, and Tyson’s crying is beginning to give me a headache.

“He wants his blanket,” Abbie tells me, and I ignore her. I love her to death, but she babies him far too much and he is spoiled rotten.

“Gannon, he won’t sleep without it.”

“He can go one night without it, Abbie, it won’t hurt him,” I tell her.

Hearing a knock at the door, I glance over at it, and so does Abbie.

She looks back at me, and I sigh, forcing myself up from the bed and moving toward the door.

I answer it, and Abbie gets to her feet to move toward the door before freezing mid-step when she spots Azalea.

Abbie groans, unable to go to her, and the longing on her face is evident.

“Man, you need to find a way to remove the command,” Abbie says, flopping back on the floor next to Tyson, who is playing with some wooden blocks.

Azalea walks into the room while I remain frozen, unable to myself, not expecting the visit.

Azalea leans down, kissing his head and messing Tyson’s hair before sitting beside him.

I glance at the door, half expecting Kyson to be with her, but he is nowhere in sight.

Turning back to them, I go toward the bed, having to take a wide berth so as not to step toward my queen.

“I heard the king made you watch?” Abbie asks as Azalea chews her lip and nods.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t watch that. I could kill him for making you!” Abbie growls, and I growl at her, annoyed because I should have been down there, not Liam, though he would have come just to watch, regardless, nothing that man loves more than seeing the pain in another’s eyes.

“Mind your tongue, love,” I tell her, and Abbie rolls her eyes at me as I lie back on the bed, trying to ignore them and offer them privacy.

They talk for a little while, but I can tell it is straining on Abbie because she can’t move toward her and has to consider her intentions when moving around our own room.

“Can you go into town for me?” Abbie asks me. I sigh and force myself to get back up.

“He needs to learn to sleep without it,” Abbie shoots me a look.

“Gannon!”

“Fine,” I growl, leaning down to take Tyson. I prop him on my hip.

“What’s in town?” Azalea asks.

“That microfiber blanket. It tore in the wash,” Abbie tells Azalea. Tyson has sensory issues, and certain things irritate him. To Tyson, it is a comfort thing. However, he can’t cart a blanket around all the time and needs to learn other coping mechanisms.

“I think there is one in the room Kyson made up for a baby room for me, across from his old quarters,” Azalea tells me. I don’t want to ask her to retrieve it and am about to tell her as much, when we all peer toward the door as it is pushed open, and Kyson steps inside.

“This is where you disappeared to,” he says, staring at Azalea. He stops behind her, and she looks up at him as he reaches down, offering her his hand. He pulls her to her feet.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, burying his face in her neck. Azalea sighs, leaning back against him.

“Yes, now you’re here,” she tells him, and he kisses the side of her neck.

“Where are you off to?” Kyson asks, looking up at me.

“He is heading into town to get Tyson a blanket, but I think there is a microfiber one in the room across from your old quarters,” Azalea tells him, looking at him. I shake my head.

“No, it’s fine. Gannon will buy one,” Abbie quickly says, and I hum in agreement.

“No, it’s fine. I think Az is right,” Kyson says, pressing his lips to her cheek.

“I will ask Matt to bring it over,” Kyson says, and sets Tyson on the bed.

“Are you sure?” I ask him.

“Yeah, not like anything in there is getting used,” Kyson says, and guilt washes through me. Here I am worried about Tyson and his blanket when they would do anything to have their daughter back.

“Come on, we should go. Besides, I am sure Abbie is sick of trying to move around the room without intentionally walking in my direction,” Azalea laughs, and I see Abbie watching her with concern.

“Or I could show you how to drop your command,” Kyson whispers behind her, and she peers up at him.

“You’ll show me?” Azalea asks, and Kyson leans down, bumping his nose against hers before brushing his lips on hers. I smirk, loving seeing Kyson be affectionate with her. He is almost an entirely different person with her, and I wonder if I am the same with Abbie.

“Yeah. I think if I don’t, my Beta may quit,” Kyson laughs, making me snort.

“About bloody time!” Abbie says excitedly.

“I can only use it when I’m angry,” Azalea tells him, chewing on her lip, and he sits, pulling Azalea into his lap on the floor. Abbie sits on her butt across from her where she stands.

“I can explain it to you, but I know you will hate it, but I can command you to drop it. Which will be easier, and you can feel the pressure behind it,” Kyson says.

“If it works, I will try anything. I would like a proper hug,” Azalea says with a chuckle, glancing at Abbie excitedly, who I know is desperate to get her hands on her, too.

“And I would like to walk toward you without having to do the one, two-step,” I tell her.

“So it is similar to a command. A command you add pressure, force your will on them,” Kyson says, letting his slip out slowly, though I find it isn’t as discomforting, or maybe because he doesn’t intend it to be.

“To rescind it, you pull it back into yourself. So reabsorb your aura and command.” He tries to talk her through it and it is hard watching him manipulate his aura with her. The oath likes it despite there being no ill intention behind his actions.

“So you can try, or if you want, I can try to command you to drop the command, though I’m not sure if I actually can command you now.”

“What do you mean?” she asks him, and I know he will have a lot of answering to do. Azalea is inquisitive.

Kyson sighs and looks at me, and I smirk, raising an eyebrow at him. “Landeena commands can kill. Your command is more potent than mine. I just know how to use mine. You don’t,” Kyson tells her, and she appears rather shocked,

“Wait! I could have hurt all of them?” she stammers, glancing at us nervously.

“Yes, but not before you have awoken your gifts,” Kyson tells her.

“Cedric said something about awakening my gifts,” she admits.

“You spoke to Cedric?” Kyson asks her, and she nods.

“He was showing me how to use the mind link.” Kyson presses his lips in a line but adds nothing on the subject.

“Here, feel for my aura, and I want you to push on it and force it back, okay? If you can do that, you un-command them,” he tells her while Abbie waits patiently.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you,” she argues with him.

“You can control it, Azzy. How much force you put behind it is something you can feel. You will know when to stop or if I am resisting it,” Kyson says.

They practice a few times before she finally figures it out and can lift the command. She removes Abbie’s first and then mine. The relief I feel upon the weight of it lifting off me is refreshing. Knowing I was pledged to her yet unable to go to her, my skin constantly crawled with unease.

“Practice enough, and you will be able to do it via a mind link without having to be in front of them.”

Just as Kyson and Azalea are getting ready to leave, a knock is heard on the door, and Matt, one of the guards, hands Kyson the blanket, but he shakes his head, pointing to Tyson, who has his hands out for it.

“More than my life,” Azalea says, turning to Abbie.

“Always, more than my life,” she says while clutching her face between her hands. Abbie kisses her cheek.

“Come see me tomorrow, or I can come to see you now,” Azalea laughs, and I avert my gaze to the king.

“I sent Liam, Damian, and Dustin to the brothels to investigate the rogue trafficking and the council’s involvement.” I nod.