Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Gannon POV

Her tiny wolf tried to keep up, but she easily lost track of me, so I decided to double back, comingup from behind her. Abbie’s wolf was sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent She was by theriver's edge, and her head swiveled from side to side, looking amongst the trees as she tried tolocate where i went. However, doubling back and the added breeze were confusing her as shefollowed her nose before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sat staring at theriver.

Still, I didn’t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watched her like some damn creep for a while curiosity goi the better of me, and I wanted to see if she would try to escape being this close to theborder ! don't know why I wanted to see if she was tempted to; maybe because my fascination withthe girl was quickly turning into an obsession

After a while, I watched as she wandered closer to the water's edge, dipping her head, trying todrink from it. It was pretty shallow there, so I wasn’t sure why she wouldn't just wade on in. Maybeshe didn’t want to get wet?

Yet as she attempted to close her front, her paws slipped slightly, and Abbie reared back, scootingfur ther away from the bank. Her heart rate was easily discernible as it thumped erratically againsther chest. She nervously glanced around as if she was trying to figure her way back before shehuffed and yawned and laying down. Stepping out from the treeline and the tree I was watching herfrom. Her ears perked on top of her head. She instantly got to her feet. Spotting me, she rushedover 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, andthat was when they were predominantly closest to my species, baser instinct kicking in, just not asstrong as a Lycans urges. Leaning down, I brush my fingers through her soft thick fur, my clawsbumping over the ridges of her spine. She was skinny, too skinny for a wolf. I briefly wondered howmany times she had shift ed because her wolf side should have the bulk of hard muscle, yet eventhrough 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 commanded, her rational part of her brain retaking control of her actions. A whimper escapes her as ifshe 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 surprisingshe thought she would be in trouble for her actions. She reminded me of Ivy in this sense. Both girlswere unusually submissive, as if over the years, any sense of themselves was slowly beaten out ofthem until they were nothing but compliant to others’ whims, so I wasn't surprised that Abbie wouldfight her own in stincts even in this form. Crouching beside her, she instinctively turned languidly,flopping on her side and showing me her belly.

I chuckle, knowing Abbie must be internally cringing at her wolf side's actions. Yet if Abbie was anything like Ivy, she wouldn't understand her own instincts or Werewolf and Lycan heritage for thatmatter. It was one thing that infuriated me to no end about Kyson. The man was set in his ways andexpected the girl to instantly be aware of her urges and to act on them. Damian and I kept tellinghim 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 heartlurched in my chest, thinking I hurt her as I dragged her into my lap.

“Did I hurt you?" I 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 fewmoments. I looked at the river, wishing she could answer me back when I spoke.