Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 66

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“I have to take dad for brain scans next week I am hoping the Alpha will come over like he said. Hesaid he would watch them for me,” she sighs

“Brock, what did you have to give to do that?” I ask, and she blushes, not looking happy about that.I click my tongue, already knowing the answer

“No one else?” I asked her, and I could only imagine what she had to do for her to get him over towatch all these kids.

“We can try to help replace you some help?” Kyson offers, and she looks at him hopefully.

“Please. No one is willing to help, and I have my exams coming back up.”

“You're back studying accounting?” I ask her.

“Trying when I get a chance,” she says. I smile sadly before I place my cup in the sink and nod,knowing we will have to leave soon.

“You mind if I look around?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

"Of course not, but upstairs is a little messy,” she says. Walking back to the main hall and into theliving room, I see the kids huddled around the tiny box TV in the corner.

"How many kids are here now?” I ask her.

*111, Katrina answers. I sigh, looking around. The place is falling apart, and suddenly wish I couldtake them with me. Katrina couldn't look after them by herself, and this place was falling apart. Iswallow, taking the set of steps upstairs, while Katrina tries to settle the kids that were becomingrowdy with afternoon tea approaching.

I look in all the rooms to see they are dusty; the beds are not made, and clothes piled on the floors."What are you doing?” Kyson asks me, following me around.

“You don’t have to follow.” I tell him. I don't know why I came up here, yet I swallowed as I stoppedat the stairs leading to the attic, dread filling me. That was mine and Abbie’s room. How often werewe forced to crawl those stairs after our lashings or our chores? It felt like a lifetime ago, yet alsoyesterday, everything is still so fresh.

Kyson touches my arm, and I jump, stuck in my memories. “Are you alright?” he asks before turningto Liam and Trey. He nods toward the stairs and they go back down them. “I'm fine,” I tell him,blinking back tears. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I grip the broken banister andforce myself to climb the steps. The door handle jiggles in my hand as I push it open.

"Why did you want to come up here?” Kyson asks, looking around at the small space. It was thesame, everything left untouched. One filthy mattress we shared, one tiny dirt-covered window, anda bedside dresser. That was it. I went to the bedside dresser and opened the top drawer. I found aspaghetti necklace that one of the kids made for us and an old tunic. I hold it up and look at it. Wehated these dresses and the stupid peasant skirts she would make us wear.

“Azalea?” Kyson whispers behind me.

“It's mine and Abbie’s room” I tell him. My voice sounded distant to even my own ears.

Anger boils in my veins as I peer around the small tight space she kept us in. The other side wasused for storage and had a cupboard that Mrs Daley would lock us in.

"Azalea, are you alright?” Kyson asks, and I glance at him. He is turning the wooden chair that sat inthe corner. Suppressed memories come back about why that chair was up here. We had broken onesimilar, trying to get the Christmas stuff out of storage. Mrs. Daley made us hold the damn thingabove our heads, saying we needed to know the weight of the burden she carried having to lookafter us.

Most would think it's just a chair, but both of us holding two legs each above our heads for hours,we learned even the lightest things become heavy after hours. Each time we would drop it, shewould hit the back of our legs with her cane.

Seeing Kyson move it, the sound of it screeching along the floor made rage burn through me. Igrowl, snatching the chair from him, and Kyson jumps, startled, as I toss it at the shitty little window.Glass rains down everywhere as I stalked toward the chair. Yet my focus was solely on destroyingthe damn thing, like if I destroyed it, it would erase the memory. Erase Abbie’s cries as her kneesbuckled from the cane. I picked it back up and started smashing it into the floor. Breaking it topieces, the wood splintering off with each crash on the floor that shook under my feet until Kysongrabs my arms.

"Hey, shh, shh” he says, glancing down at the chair leg in my hand. He grabs it. “Give it to me, Love,”he says softly before he takes it from me. My hands shook as I caught my breath and Kyson cups myface in his hands, forcing me to look at him. His eyes watching my face as tried to regather myself.Yet this place, it was like I never left it. Some part of me would always be trapped in this place.

“I hate this place! Hate her! I hate what she did to us!" I cried, bursting into tears. I hated this place,hated everything about it, hated that one place could haunt and stain so much of my heart of andsoul, like it was screaming out to me telling me it would always hold me here and I would neverescape it. The floodgates opened like I had been holding everything in for too long.

“She ruined us.” I sobbed.

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“No, love. She ruined nothing. And you're safe now. She is dead, she can't hurt you no more, thisplace is just a place,” he says, hugging me. I bury my face in his chest, feeling like an idiot. It was justa chair. I broke a perfectly good chair. I inhale his scent, letting it calm me before ! chuckle, knowinghow many whippings I would get if Mrs. Daley heard me crying. Kyson probably thinks I lost mydamn mind, and even ! questioned that possibility. I sniffle, feeling stupid and childish.

"You okay?" he asks and I nod, wiping my face and glancing around the small space and the brokenchair. I needed to leave. I couldn't stay in here any longer. It hurt too much, and I wanted out,suddenly feeling claustrophobic. I rushed down the steps needing air, feeling like the walls wereclosing in around me and that I was going to wake up at any moment and everything had been adream, and I was really stuck here still. Kyson chases after me, and I rush through the kitchen andburst into the living room, headed for the front door. But the faces of the children had my feethalting. Trey and Liam looked over at us, alarmed, and Kyson nearly ran into the back of me as Ihalted.

Little eyes peered back at me, and Katrina stared also startled. “Azalea, dear, are you okay?” sheasks, but I shake my head. I was not okay, but as I glanced around this dump, I was no longertrapped here. But all these children were. I look at Kyson in desperation. He seems to get what Iwasn't asking out loud.

“No!” he exclaims, his eyes going wide. I tilt my head to the side, but he folds his arms across hischest and shakes his head.

“I'm not asking!” I tell him, and his lips part and he glances around at the children.

“No! What am I going to do with all these kids?” he hisses at me, but I ignore him and turn toKatrina.

“Ring the bus depot and replace a driver,” I tell her, and she seems confused.

“You want a bus?" she asks.

"Yes. Maybe two. I am taking them with me,” I tell her, and she gasps, rushing over to me.

"You want to take all the children?” she asked, glancing at Kyson behind me, who was fuming.

"Yes. So ring the bus depot. I want a bus here now,” I tell her, turning to face Kyson. He growls butnods to her, and she rushes off.

"Are you insane?” he asks, and I look at the children.

“Either I stay, or they come,” I tell him.

"What are we going to do with all of them?” he asks.

"Some of the Lycan families might take them in” Trey offers, and I nod.

“And where do you think I am going to put them?”

“The castle is big enough,” I tell him.

“Azalea!” he growls.

“No! You said I am running things here, and I say they are coming. Now get on board my King, orget out of my way,” I tell him. He growls.

"Yes, I said that, but I didn’t think you were going to bring an entire orphanage back with us!”

“Fine. You tell them then. Say no to them, Kyson,” I tell him, motioning toward the kids. He swallowsand glances at their little faces and I smirk, knowing very well he wouldn't or could utter thosewords. He presses his lips in a tight line.

“Fine!” he growls, and Liam chuckles.

“Come on, kids. Uncle Liam is helping you bust out of this crap box! Come on, let's go!” Liam says,waving to all the kids to follow him. They glance around at each other and look at Kyson, unsure. Hesighs and shakes his head

"Go on then. Follow Uncle Liam!" he says, motioning them to follow him. The kids don't need to betold twice and rush after an excitable Liam and Trey. I laughed, following them.

“Where to my Queen?” Liam calls.

“The town square. There is a bus stop." I tell him. Katrina races out on the phone, telling the driver tocome to the town square.

“You're lucky I love you.” Kyson growls, grabbing my hand. I laughed before racing after the kidsand tugging Kyson along with me.

When we arrived back at the town square, I could see the Alpha still loading the trailer. Alpha Brockglanced over, noticing the children. He snarls and stomps over to them.

"What are you all doing here?” he snarls, and Liam growls at him, making him jump, having not seenhim. Alpha Brock backs up with his hands up while the minute's all stand frozen in fear. It angeredme that they feared him.

“Seeing as you are still stacking boxes, I am assuming you didn't make the 18 minutes time frame?”I ask him, walking through the crowd of children.

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we got delayed,” he mutters. “See, the last box. Everything is there,” he says, pointing to his father,who was

He backs up further, “No. Um placing a tarp over the trailer

“That wasn't what I asked. I asked if you did it in 18 minutes?” his lips part, and he glances at hisfather when one of the guards steps forward.

“That is the last box, my Queen. But no, they didn't get it done in the timeframe,” he answers, and Inod, turning to look at Alpha Brock.

“Hmm... On the stage, both of you!" I ordered, my voice coming out strong along with my aura,which I was replaceing more effortless and easier to use. They both rushed up the steps and stood atthe top of them.

"My King. is this really necessary? We did what she asked.” Alpha Dean says.

“But you didn't. Your Queen gave you 18 minutes, and you didn't complete the task in that timeframe.” Kyson answers him as I wander over to the fruit stall that was just closing its shutters.

"How much for all of it?" I ask the elderly woman. She jumps, not seeing me come up behind her."You!" she sneers, pointing her withered old finger at me.

*Excuse me?” I ask her.

“You! The rogue girl!”

“My name is Azalea Landeena! You will address me as so unless you want to join your Alpha!” Isnarled. She stutters out an apology.

“Now I asked you a question. How much for the lot of it?"

"You want the entire shop?” she asks. I shake my head.

“No, just the fruit and vegetables,”

“lum... just take what you want.”

“I don't want to send you broke, ma'am. Despite your lack of manners,”

Kyson comes up behind me and touches my shoulder. “We have fruit at home,” he whispers, and Inod, picking up a tomato.

“I know" I tell him, turning around, tossing it in the air, and catching it as I walk and stop in front ofthe stage.

"Kids," I call out, and they all turn to face me.

“Grab some fruit,” they rush off, taking fruit from the shelves.

They all return as the buses pull up. “Now, to show you the same dignity you showed me, Alpha,” Itell them. Some of the children are eating their fruit while I chuck my tomato at the Alphas. Mytomato hit Alpha Brock square in the face, splatting with an audible sound and covering him intomato juices. Alpha Brock growls when Trey laughs before screaming.

“Food fight!” Like a mini-army, the kids turn. Their eyes light up with mischief as they toss their fruitand vegetables at the Alphas. Who try to dodge their attacks but can't step off the small stage.When they are finished, I tell the children to grab more fruit to eat as a snack on the way beforehelping load them onto the buses. Once that is done, I wander back over to the Alphas covered inbits of fruits and vegetables and juices.

“You will both step down as Alpha until a new one is appointed. And ..." I looked at Kyson, needinghis help: I wasn't sure how to strip someone of their title.

Kyson's aura rushes out, bringing them both to their knees. “I King Kyson of the Valkyrie Kingdom,hereby strip you Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock of your Alpha titles! I declare you both the very thingyou despise so much. I declare rogue until you are accepted into another pack or your new Alphadeclares you pack!” Kyson says, stripping both of them of their titles,

"Wait! Wait! I will do better!” Brock begs, wanting to step off the stage, but he is stuck under mycommand

“You may approach” I tell him, and he jumps down and falls to his knees in front of me.

"Please! Please! I will do as you ask! Anything!” he begs, and I look at Kyson, who shrugs and tellsme it is up to me. I bite my lip. Yet he had a point. They needed an Alpha. Glancing around, Katrinaheld up her hand behind Liam. She was technically Beta blood, and she was studying accounting. Ismirk, knowing there was nothing more that Alpha Brock would hate more than having to answer toa woman.

"You answer to Katrina now. And until she deems you fit, you remain as rogues. You will also makesure she has time to finish her course and help her any way she asks.” I tell him.

“She is a woman!” Alpha Brock snaps at me.

“Yes! But she now so much more than that. She is your Alpha!” I tell him, and Katrina smirks andfolds her arms, and I look at Kyson, knowing he was the only one right now that could make thishappen. He would have to teach me to give someone their titles because I had

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a funny feeling it wasn't the same as stripping them of their mate bond. And I was right.

Kyson waves Katrina forward and gets her to kneel, and he slices his palm, letting his claws slip outon his other hand.

"Open your mouth open,” Kyson tells her, and she obeys.

He squeezes his fist, letting his blood drip into her mouth. Before he says a pledge, she repeats itbefore declaring her as Alpha. She gasps, clutching her chest, and falls backward on her bottom,and I could feel her aura slip out stronger than before, showing she was now in charge.

Alpha Brock roars, getting to his feet, and he charges at her, and she glares at him, rising to her feetcalmly.

"Sit!" she orders, and he freezes, falling on his ass. Alpha Dean hung his head, looking ashamed ofhis son's behavior. I was shocked at how easy it was for Katrina to command him. I hoped it goteasy for me like that, and I would be able to have complete control of my aura and command as shedid. He fell to his knees in front of her, doing as she commanded.

Once Kyson was sure Katrina had both Alphas under control, he escorted me back to the Limo and Iclimbed in the back and slid across the seat. My hands shook with adrenaline and I felt a little giddy.The feeling wearing off as the car started. I glanced out the window as the bus and the carsfollowed, however the bus headed down a different street, as the orphanage street was too narrowfor the bus, with its low hanging trees to fit. We slow a little as the orphanage comes into view outmy window.

That place will never hurt anymore children. I unclip my seatbelt and tap on the window. Trey woundthe glass window down and I told them to stop. The car does and one of the other cars follows afterthe bus, while the other three stop behind us.

I open my door when Kyson grips the back of my pants. “You don't need to go back in there. Thereis nothing there for you anymore,” he whispers, but I wanted no remnants of this place.

“I know,” I tell him and he lets me go and sighs. I climb out as do the guards, taking positionsaround the cars. Trey comes over to me.

“What's wrong?” I shake my head, moving toward Liam as he steps out of the car.

“Have you got a lighter?” I ask knowing he smoked. He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Terrible habit. Shouldn't smoke when up the duff,” he tells me and I roll my eyes and hold my handout for the lighter.

“I'm not smoking.” I tell him, and he pulls a packet out before lighting a smoke.

"Since we have stopped,” he says, handing me the lighter. I step over the gate, and Kyson grips myarm.

"What are you doing?”

“Making sure no more kids ever come back here.” I tell him, shaking his arm off. Guards rush aheadof me as I walk around the outside of the building to the small garden shed out the back. Kysonfollows but just watches me as I reach above the low hanging tin roof for the padlock key. I feelaround before pulling it down and unlocking the padlock.

Ducking my head, I step inside and see a red jerrycan. I grab it off the small shelf and shake it toreplace it had a bit of fuel left in it for the mower. I crack the lid and the fumes confirm it is indeedpetrol. Stepping out of the garden shed. Kyson gasps, coming over and snatching

it from me.

“You are not playing with petrol!” he growls.

“Give it to me.” I tell him, holding my hand out. But he refused.

"Give me the lighter. I will do it,” he says, holding his hand out. I didn’t care who did it, as long asthe place was reduced to nothing but soot and ash. I hand him the lighter when Liam bounces onthe balls of his feet like an excited kid in a candy store.

“Can I help? Liam likes playing with fire.” he says, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

I glance inside the small shed when Liam clears his throat behind me.

“No fuel needed. I always have lighter fluid,” he says and I look at him over my shoulder to see himrummage inside his jacket.

"Here, hold this,” he says, passing me a knife. “Ah, and this,” he says, dropping a pistol in my hand.Kyson growls, snatching it from me.

“Liam!” he scolds him.

“It's in here somewhere,” Liam mutters, pulling out an apron covered in blood. He sniffs it and pullsa face. “I was wondering what that smell was!” Liam mutters, chucking the apron over his shoulderand rummaging around some more. “Ah, found it!” he announces, holding up a bottle of lighterfluid. He then turns to Trey, who was watching him, like Liam was a madman.

“Here ferret face fuck, hold my shit!” Liam says, dumping his apron and taking the knife from meand his pistol from Kyson. He loads up Trey's arms, before removing his jacket.

"Genuine leather. Can't ruin that,” Liam says, dumping it in Trey’s arms. Kyson growls as Liam skipslike a kid to the back door. He gives a

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ninja cry, before kicking in the back door, and Kyson shakes his head.

"Can't take this idiot anywhere.” he curses, stalking after Liam with the jerrycan in hand. Trey nodsfor me to follow him.

“Think that man needs a psych evaluation,” Trey mutters to me and nudges me with his elbow. Ilaugh, following Trey back out the front with the guards surrounding us

“Call the fire brigade. Don't want it getting out of control,” Trey tells one of the guard's, who pullshis phone out. Leaning against the hood of the limo, I listen to Liam singing at the top of his lungsinside the house. I also hear glass shattering before he comes to the front window on the top floor.He waves and I laugh before waving back.

“That man is unhinged,” I tell Trey as Kyson comes out, shaking his head. He reeked of petrol fumes.Kyson stops beside me.

“The fool is going to kill himself one day,” Kyson says, when Liam suddenly sets the curtains of theroom on fire, with the lighter he stole from Kyson. He starts cat calling out the window and dancing.“Liam, get out of there! The room is on fire, you twat!” Kyson calls out and Liam stops the weird assfire dance he was doing. The entire room goes up and he yanks the curtain rod of the window.“You smell smoke?” he asks, smiling, and showing all his teeth. Kyson shakes his head again, as Liamclimbs out the window, dancing on the roof and chanting about fire gods, or some crap. The roombeside him catches on fire and Liam rubs his hands together, getting ready to jump off the smallporch roof, when he suddenly vanishes. I blink before hearing a crash, as he fell through the porchroof. He groans sitting up, while Trey erupted in laughter.

Liam holds his hand up. “I'm okay!" he announces before rolling on his side. A tile falls off and hitshis shoulder before shattering on the ground.

“That hurt my fanny!” he says, rubbing his butt and skipping down the steps when the entire porchcollapsed.

"Wow! Talk about in the nick of time!” Liam says.

“I swear, you have nine lives!” Kyson tells him with a shake of his head. We watched the place burn,the roof caving in and the air filled with black smoke. Once we heard the sirens on the way weclimbed in the limo, knowing they would contain what was left of the burning rubble. But as thewind carried the smoke away I felt myself relax, as if it was also carrying my past with it. lvy was nomore. Mrs. Daley was no more. I knew my past and what we endured would always remain, but thesense of relief that came with watching that place burn gave me “hope, that maybe the memorieswould one day fade. Maybe they wouldn't hurt as much. Kyson reaches over and squeezes my hand,and I

look at him.

“Ready to go home?” he asks, and I nod.

I was ready to go home, and for once the castle felt like home, as much as I was petrified of goingback knowing there was someone there trying to sabotage everything, ruin me. It still didn't bringthe fear this place did. And for once I felt free. Free of everything and this place. Free to try to moveon. Because one thing I knew, if I could survive eight harrowing years here, I could survive anything.Nothing breaks a soul more than being suppressed. Nothing breaks someone more than beingshackled and trapped in a repetitive loop of torture. Kyson and I had our differences, differentbeliefs that came with different upbringings, different views of how we should be. Kyson was raisedwith a silver spoon, while I was raised with whips and canes. Both of us had our own struggles tocontend with, and I knew what Kyson struggled with most was insecurities. While what I struggledwith most, what was beaten into me, engrained making me meek and fearful of everything,something I was trying to work on, yet you can't beat a dog every day and expect it not to flinchwhen you pat it. Everything takes time, but I knew Kyson could be patient. I just had to remember Ihad to be patient with him, too.

I knew, I knew little about who I was, but I trusted Kyson would eventually teach me. As much as heangered me, I did trust him. And after today and him letting me have control, I trusted he wouldalso one day let me replace my voice. The one that was squashed and was suppressed living here. Sowith those thoughts in mind, yes, I was ready to go home. Home was something I never thought Iwould have, but now I realized home was anywhere Kyson was.

We met up with the bus at the first service station on the way out of town, which was waitingparked on the side of the road for our convoy. The bus followed us back to the castle. I felt terriblefor all the children being cooped up on the bus that long. Although we did stop twice to let themburn off some energy, and at the last stop, the children were becoming too rowdy, so Liam climbedon the bus with them. When we

finally reached the castle, it was early morning. We had arrived and were pulling into the castlewhen Kyson shook my arm to wake me.

“We are home, Love,” Kyson whispers, and I yawn. It was still dark outside, but the castle was lit uplike a Christmas tree.

“Clarice and everyone set up the ballroom as a sleeping quarter for the children,” Kyson tells me,and I was glad he thought ahead. I was too busy sleeping and forgot they would need somewhereto sleep. Kyson however, seems to think of everything.

I climb out of the limo, and Kyson grips my arm to steady me since I was still half asleep. The busdoor opens, and Liam stumbles out, nearly getting knocked over as the kids rush out behind him.He stumbles past us. “I need a fucking drink!” he growls, looking worse for wear as he makes hisway inside.