Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 78

Gannon pov

Weeks Later

Ever once Tandi came back and we learned the horrors she endured after she was removed from theorphanage, Abbie seemed to have some form of survivor's guilt, she had been working herself tothe bone daly Taking Tyson with her everywhere she went Helping Tandi with settling into the castle,she hadn't been sleeping and was always cleaning,

Abbie and I were constantly fighting over Tyson and her working so much as I tried to understandwhat was going on with her. When one day, she snapped. She told me it was her fault Tandi got introuble that day, that if she hadn't asked Tandi to defend Azalea, she never would have ended up inthe brothel. She never would have been sent away. Despite her thoughts being unreasonable, shesolely believed she was responsible for what happened to Tandi. Even after Tandi told her multipletimes, it would have been that way anyway, that no matter what happened that day she would haveended up there

Tandi had told her Alpha Brock had always intended to sell her off. Abbie, however, refused tobelieve her, and I knew her hearing the stories of Tandi's sufferings had brought back memories ofher own. She hardly slept, and I was forced to drug her a couple of times just to make her sleepbecause she was becoming increasingly unstable, her mind more fragile with each passing day. Herthought patterns were toxic and her erratic behavior was beginning to worry me.

I wanted to tell Azalea and the King yet I also knew they had a lot going on themselves and no oneelse seemed to notice the change in her, except Liam andme. It was almost like she put on a showfor everyone, pretending to be holding herself together. I had always known sooner or later shewould break after she came back from Kade, I just didn't think it would be guilt for another shebroke

Over

I thought she needed time to heal, but I was beginning to wonder if she needed professional help.Help I couldn't give her because as the days slipped by repetition she seemed to live by, almost as ifshe was on autopilot,

“Abbie, you promised he would sleep in his room tonight,” I tell her as she tucks Tyson into bed. Ourbed.

She promises the same thing every night. The few times she did put him in his bed, she paced thehalls or waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking into his room so she could be near him. A fewtimes I even awoke to her laying by the fireplace with him or on the couch. Yet the more I pushed,the more distant she seemed to become, the more unstable.

I was getting nowhere with her it seemed, and it was starting to piss me off because it was as if shewasn't even trying, I had become a piece of the furniture in her existence, just someone that wasalways there. Kind of like Tyson's comfort blanket. He always had it, couldn't go without but at thesame time didn’t want it, especially when he would get tangled up in it.

“Tomorrow night, I promise,” she tells me. Yet tomorrow never seemed to come.

“You promised yesterday,” I tell her, but she shakes her head.

“No, I didn't,” she says, her brows furrowed in confusion. That was another thing I noticed. Sheseemed to be having memory lapses and losing time. I often wondered where her mind took her,but at the same time, I also didn't want to know because I could tell wherever it was, it haunted her.“Abbie, his own room, I want to sleep with my mate. I am sick of being kicked,” I tell her, reachingfor him. She rips the blanket back up that I pulled away. I tossed my arms up in the air becomingfed up.

“No, he stays. What if someone takes him, or what if he wanders off?” she tried to tell me. I was sosick of the excuses. There wasn't an excuse she hadn't given me.

“No, Abbie. You know he can’t get out, this place is secured, and Liam and Dustin and every otherguard know to watch him and keep an eye out for him. He is perfectly safe,” I remind her, and shewatches me as I scoop him up. Yet the look on her face makes me grow! before setting him backdown when I see her lips start quivering and the fearful look on her face.

“I am over this shit, every goddamn night with you!” I tell her before storming off and out of theroom. She won't sleep in the bed unless he is in it and it is driving me up the wall. I have never doneanything to warrant her fear of me when it comes to the damn bedroom. She knows I would neverforce her to do anything she isn't comfortable with, yet still, she fears me sleeping beside her.“Gannon? Wait! Where are you going?” she panics as I reach for the door, at the same time, shegrabs my arm. I shake her hand off, pushing the door open.

“I need to go; I will come back later. Just leave me be, Abbie,” I tell her, knowing if I stayed, I wouldsay something I would surely regret. Instead, I go replace Liam, needing to vent my frustrationsbecause right now, I was at my wit's end with her.

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