Page 14 of Mated To The King’s Gamma (Lycan Luna: Abbie & Gannon #3)

Shoving the door inward, I hear shuffling inside.

My eyes scan the sparsely furnished room until they land on her, standing in the corner next to a tiny bathroom.

She is near a crib, where a child wriggles and sucks on a bottle as she rocks him in her arms. She runs her fingers through his dark black curls.

I know she can sense me in the room with her, but she doesn’t turn straight away, she continues to settle her child before turning her attention to me.

“I told you, you don’t want me. Just let me set my son down so I don’t drop him when you reject me,” she pleads, stunning me with her words. She gently places him in the crib, which holds only a few toys and a fraying blanket.

But I can’t tear my gaze away from the child she places in the crib. I blink in shock. A child, no older than two years old, his innocent eyes peering through the wooden bars as he watches his mother.

“The boy is yours?” I ask, feeling my luck plummet even further. My mate is not only entangled in this wretched place but also has a child.

“As I said, get it over with,” she replies with a sad smile, her voice trembling as she takes a step to the side, using her body to shield the child from my view.

I stare at the woman, contemplating the implications of this new revelation. Who would have thought my mate would be a whore and have a child? I can’t help it; disgust churns within me.

“I’m Lycan, I can’t reject my mate,” I tell her.

“We can’t leave with you. I’ve already lost my daughter. I won’t risk losing my son, so you need to leave before they catch you here,” she says urgently, her breath catching as her heartbeat quickens.

“You have another child?” I demand, appalled that someone would harm an innocent life. She watches me for a second and then answers while turning slightly to gaze down at her son.

“They killed her when she was four. I tried to escape with her. I won’t make that mistake again,” she murmurs, her eyes welling up with tears as she plays with her son’s hair.

“Who killed her?” I ask.

“Her father did,” she says with the most subtle sniffle that I almost miss it.

I glance at the crib and nod, a surge of anger coursing through me. “Pack your things. We are leaving,” I demand.

“Did you not hear what I just said? I am not risking my son,” she growls, her protective instincts kicking in. Yet, her instincts are wrong, I am her mate, and I won’t allow harm to come to her or her kid, despite him not being mine.

“You can bring him. He will be safe at the castle. You’ll be safe with me, and so will your son,” I assure her, trying to reason with her.

She scoffs. “Nowhere is safe,” she mutters, swiping a stray tear while shaking her head. “Safe doesn’t exist for those like us,” she whispers, her voice trailing off and growing smaller.

“What could be safer than being with a Lycan?” I snap, frustrated by her resistance and her thinking I’m incapable of protecting her.

“His father is one!” she retorts, and I blink in astonishment. My eyes dart back to the crib where the boy lies. Though he is still too young to distinguish scents, his is mingled with hers, masking any trace of his true lineage.

“Who is the father?” I ask, and she shakes her head, too afraid to mention his name.

“His father doesn’t matter, what matters is you leaving before he catches you here.”

“Who is the father, Tandi?” I repeat. “I’m not leaving without you, or without knowing, so answer, or I will sit and wait for him,” I warn her. She grits her teeth and curses under her breath.

“Council Elder Larkin. Elder Larkin is Hunter’s father,” she replies, her words hitting me like a bolt of lightning. My eyebrows shoot up so high they almost disappear into my hairline.

“Still believe we are safe with you?” she dares to question, and this time I scoff.

“He killed his daughter?” I question, disbelief dripping from every word. If that is true, it will be a surefire way to bring down the council.

“No, Alpha Brock killed her. Paige was Alpha Brock’s daughter from Shadow Pack,” Tandi explains, her voice tinged with sadness and anger.

“I’m well aware of who Alpha Brock is. He’s half the reason I’m here. We’re investigating the rogue murders and searching for trafficked rogues,” I respond firmly.

“Well, you’re looking at one. I was from Alpha Brock’s pack. I lived in the orphanage run by Mrs. Daley,” Tandi reveals, shocking me further.

“You were from the orphanage?” I ask, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern.

“Yes, I was sold to Crux when I was sixteen and have worked here ever since,” she confesses, swallowing hard. Despite her youthful appearance, she has endured years of suffering in this place since she was just a child herself.

“I know you’re frightened but grab your son. I will keep both of you safe. Larkin won’t lay a finger on him once the king deals with the council,” I reassure her, determined to protect her and her child.

“You know the king?” she asks, her voice filled with hope and curiosity.

“I’m his Beta. You’ll like the king, he is good. He won’t allow any harm to come to you. But you may just be the key we need to bring down the council and the Alphas helping them,” I explain confidently.

“Will he stop Larkin from taking my son? He can do that?” she whispers, her eyes fixed on her son as he struggles to stand.

“Yes,” I reply firmly.

“But the council holds power over the king,” she murmurs, her gaze shifting to me.

“They don’t hold power over the empress though. The king, yes. But they can’t resist the Landeena Empress,” I tell her, and her brows furrow.

“Landeena? I’ve heard that name before,” she ponders, her brows furrowing in thought.

“Well, you should have. The Landeena family is mentioned in every history book,” I reply matter-of-factly.

“No, I mean here. Mr. Crux, he is a Landeena,” she states, but I am well aware of this fact already.

“Yes, but he doesn’t carry the name nor inherit the power that comes with it. He was an illegitimate child of Garret’s brother,” I clarify, realizing time is of the essence. We need to leave before the security guards downstairs wake up or more come.

“But he is a Landeena, nonetheless,” she states.

“Yes, but Garret’s brother was never blessed the way Garret was.

Only the firstborn of each bloodline, and Garret was the first Lycan created along with Azure the Princess Tatiana.

That bloodline is powerful but only those born from Garret and Tatiana.

Crux doesn’t carry the name because he didn’t inherit the power that came with it, he just likes to throw it around like it will make him more important, but legally he goes by his mother’s bloodline name,” I explain, not that I have time, we need to leave, preferably now.

Unable to wait for her decision, I walk over to Tandi, gently pushing her aside and scooping up her son. She shrieks and attacks me momentarily, fearing for her child’s safety as I grab him. However, I pull away, placing him on my hip.

“If you want your son, get dressed and follow me. I’m heading to the castle whether you come or not.

Either way, your son is coming with me,” I declare firmly, knowing she will follow if not for herself, then for the sake of her child.

Tandi glances around the room anxiously, reaching out for her son.

But I pull away slightly before leaning into his crib and grabbing his bottle and blanket.

“Just get changed; I can arrange everything else you need,” I instruct her calmly. Tandi wastes no time, hastily throwing on a sweater and jeans before stuffing a bag full of essential baby items, which isn’t much, but her son has more than she does.

“Please,” she pleads, her hands outstretched for her son. I pass him into her waiting arms, and she clutches him close like he is her lifeline.

“Stay close,” I say gently, opening the door and checking the hall. I feel her small hands grip the back of my shirt, and without hesitation, I reach down and hold her hand firmly. Together, we hurry toward the stairs leading to the ground floor.

However, the moment we step onto the staircase, the piercing sound of gunfire shatters the air. Instinctively, I push Tandi back behind a wall, pain sears through my shoulder as a bullet strikes me.

“Stay down and stay hidden,” I growl, my voice filled with urgency. My clothes tear as I shift, my body transforming into that of my Lycan. I launch myself down the steps, attacking with ferocity as the mindlink opens.

“We heard shots,” Dustin’s voice echoes in my mind.

“Get Liam in here,” I command, slashing my claws across the throat of one of our assailants.

Blood sprays across the walls as another gunshot finds its mark, hitting me in the hip.

With the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I barely feel it and rush through the closest door, as gunshots suddenly ring out.

‘Liam!’ I scream desperately through the mindlink, knowing I can’t take on all of them when they are armed and I can’t see them all. Panic surges within me as I duck behind a bed, bullets whistling above my head as they tear through the walls. And then I hear him.

“Yoo-hoo, ladies,” Liam’s voice calls out from the hallway, his tone oddly playful. I lift my head slightly, peering through the half-blown-out wall. From the gaps, I can see around four or five men in the hall holding guns.

“Get out of here, you’ll be refunded,” one of the security guards says.

“But I’m not here for the girls,” Liam responds, his voice filled with mischief.

It sounds as if he is pouting. The guards point their guns in his direction, ready to aim.

Sensing an opportunity, I get onto my hands and knees, waiting for the guard closest to the door to turn fully toward Liam. What the fuck is Liam up to?

“State your business! Why are you here?” a gruff voice demands.