Mated To The King’s Gamma
Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Liam POV

They say luck comes in threes, and I was beginning to believe that old superstition as I siftedthrough the rubble. Brick after brick, rock after rock, and dust, well, you get the picture. Anyway, Iwas knee-deep in shit! Not literal shit but you know, the kind of metaphorical ... Aaah, nope! I ampretty sure that may have been actual shit and not a rock that time. I toss it over my shoulder,hearing a grunt and near squeal with joy when I replace my trusty apron. I clutch it making sure it is inone piece. It has a small burn hole but never mind that; it adds character!

"Oh please, no. Of all the things to survive. That thing should have been the first to burn;” Dustingroans behind me. I narrow my eyes at him. What a vile thing to wish for! Does he not know howhard I worked to get it smelling like barbequed death and marinated Doyle steaks?

“That is not coming with us!” Dustin declares.

“I think I might wear it when we get married one day,” I tell him, and he scrunches up his face.

“You will do no such thing!” he snarls, yet I was caught on the fact he didn’t deny he was go ing tomarry me.

“It's a piece of art! See this stain right here?” I ask, pointing to it.

“That is an impression of a face! I peeled it clean off. I think my butterfly impression is rather goodYou can even see his bulbous nose,” I tell Dustin, and he shakes his head.

“There is something wrong with you. You know that right?” he says, sifting through the rub ble.“You just don't know how to appreciate art,” I tell him, shaking my head as I toss my apron over myshoulder and move a piece of wall from one of the chimneys. I nearly wet my pants with excitement.Okay, maybe I did a little. What can I say? I am old, and I'm allowed to pee a little. The old pipesaren't what they once were. Sometimes they leak.

I knew luck came in threes! I never doubted it for a second as I stared down at Crux. His mangledbody is all crooked, his arm twisted the wrong way, he coughs, and I quickly lift my head to lookaround. Dustin had his back to me, salvaging what he could. Everyone else was too dis tracted asthey, too, searched for what they could salvage. Crux coughs, and I quickly slap a hand over hismouth, not wanting to alert the others that somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, this fucker wasgifted an extra life. And gifted to meeeeeee!

I started digging him out when I opened the mindlink looking for Gannon, who was over the farside with Abbie and Tyson. He hadn't left her side since she returned to us, though that sire bond Iwould have to do something about. Like I knew the risk and all when I was secretly feed ing her myblood.

She made Gannon promise not to try to change her again after his failed attempt. However, I madeno such promises to her. And I knew Gannon was worried about her attempting suicide again. So Imade sure that if she tried again this time, she would have my blood in my system so that shewould change. I may not have made a promise to her, but I did make a promise to my brother. Ithink he scared her when his blood healed her, burned the wolfsbane right out of her

system, and he panicked, so he tried to drown her to force the change. She made him promisenever to attempt to change her again after that.

It was just sheer luck that it worked. Because since she already had her wolf, it made it tricky tochange her into a Lycan. Sometimes they would heal too quickly. And it was always the brink ofdeath along with Lycan blood and venom in their system that forced the change. Completely dead,they are dead. But that dangerous edge between is what forces the gene to change. This is why,when changing someone, we usually need permission from the King.

Sometimes it doesn't go as planned, and intervention is needed, or resuscitation can take a fewgoes for the gene to kick in. Regardless, by my first stroke of good luck, it damn well worked!Though the sire bond was kind of a bitch. Mainly because I didn't want the girl looking at me allgoo goo eyed. No, those eyes were reserved for my brother and my brother only. And my eyes arereserved for my Dustypoo.

And now the Goddess granted me the best prize and the third stroke of luck!

“Psst,” I hiss at Gannon, and I see his head turn to look for me.

"Why are you whispering? It's a mind link. No one can hear you but me,” he says, and I wave myarms in the air so he can replace me. He nods and lifts his arms as if to say, “what?’ I wave for him tocome to me, but he shakes his head.

“Get here now! I need you to help me haul the body off!” I hiss at him through the mind-link.“Huh?”

“I want to make a kebab out of him. You know, up the bum,”

“What are you talking about?” Gannon snaps at me, and I roll my eyes at his tone.

“Come here, and I will share him,” I tell him.

“Huh?”

“You know, a head on a stick, a chicken stick or kebab. Quick before anyone notices, and they ruinmy fun!” I tell him. Crux groans and I press my foot on his windpipe to shut him up while waving myarms for Gannon to come to help me.

"I swear if you are making me walk over there to show me something stupid or to toss an other rockat me, I will fuck you up!” he growls.

I wait for him to come to me while chatting animatedly to Dustin, who still hasn't turned back to seemy treasure. And oh, what precious treasure it is! I was picturing ways to torture him that had mycock straining in my pants with my excitement. I wonder if Dustin would be down to fuck over hisdead carcass? I shake that thought away. He definitely wouldn't be! Maybe he will let me fuck himwhile I wear his skin as a suit? I ponder that before deciding against it and decide skew ering himshall be enough.

"What is it? For real? That smelly old thing survived, but my fireproof safe got destroyed? What theactual fuck!” Gannon curses.

“That is not all that survived,” I whisper and nod my head for him to look over the rubble at my feet.He peers over before looking around, a smirk on his face.

"What do you want to do with him?” he asks. See, this is why this man is my best friend and brother!He understands and gets me because he is just as fucked in the head as me. He gets it. He gets meand my need for sadistic, wicked torture. There is no better feeling than watching a grown man shithis pants because he knows he is looking death in the face. Or how their fear smells like burnt hair.The way the light fades from their eyes as they take their last breath. It makes me all tingly and hardjust thinking about it!

“Help me get him to the bunker,” I tell him.

“Hey Dustin, can you go sit with Abbie and Tyson for me?” Gannon calls out. Dustin lifts his headfrom sifting through all the crap holding a broken cup he found, and he thinks I am senti mentalabout my apron. What the fuck does he want with a broken cup? He can't drink out of it. Half theside was missing!

Dustin nods before climbing over the crap to walk to the other side, where Abbie and Tyson arewith the King and Queen, taking his broken cup with him. At least my apron is functional! If he'staking that thing with us, my apron is definitely coming!

Gannon and I start digging the bastard out, and he groans when Gannon accidentally steps on hisbusted leg.

"He's going to scream when we pull him off that roo bar,” Gannon says as we examine the barpenetrating through his gut.

I glance around, trying to replace something to muffle him before taking my shoe off and remov ingmy sweaty sock. “What pretty lips? Now open up wide!” I snarl, and he coughs.

“Kill me!” he rasps out.

“Not until we get you to the bunker,” I tell him, jamming the filthy sock in his mouth and slip pingmy boot back on. With another glance around, we quickly drag him out.

“You grab the...” I looked down, trying to replace a way to grab him so that we could get a good gripon him for a quick getaway, but one leg was bent awkwardly. “You get the ass, and I will get thehead,” I tell him.

"You get the ass! You're the ass man, not me!” Gannon says.

“Fine! I will get the ass, just hurry up before someone sees us!” I tell him, and we struggle for a fewseconds. Crux mumbles incoherently in pain before we take off for the old trail behind the gardenunder the clotheslines. As we reach the forest edge, we see Peter, and we both stop dead in ourtracks, caught red-handed with our new plaything. Both of us eye him while I consider whether ornot I will have to julienne his ass.

“I saw nothing,” he says, strolling away and scooping up an apple off the ground. Good boy.“Quick!” I hiss, and we rush for the safety of the trees.

Thank you, almighty Moon Goddess, for this blessing! I think to myself as I laugh. This shall be fun!Coming up, one Crux kebab! “Hopefully, he tastes better than the Doyle steaks. He was a bit chewy.”I tell Gannon, and he chuckles. He thinks I am joking, but a chef must always taste is hismasterpiece. It was just a little nibble, and he tasted like shit, I think lover marinated him.

We got Crux down to the bunker, placing him in a section no longer in use due to safety rea sons. Itwas even older than Kyson's father. We strapped the bastard down on a stone slab, re

breaking his distorted limbs. His screams are muffled by his gag. I had pulled out a set of my newtools. I was excited to put them to use, giggling to myself finally.

"What the hell do you have over there, Liam? Don't think I didn't hear you squeal like a school girlmeeting her crush.”

I spun around with my new toys in hand. Gannon knitted his brow. Not sure what to make of it, Iclicked my tongue in annoyance at his ignorance of my new gems of torture. “It's a pear of anguish,you ninny!”

"Since this fucker liked to make his profits trafficking and prostituting children, why not send himout with a bang-up his ass? I have one for his mouth too. It came as a set.” I clapped my hands inanticipation of my fun.

I stripped down, putting my apron on. Just our luck, I found some of the medieval torture de viceswhile securing the tunnels leading to the bunkers. Gannon helped put Crux’s knee's in the splitterafter we cut him free from his clothes while I hummed to myself. Crux tried in vain to loosen hisrestraints. Gannon popped some wolfsbane under his gag before replacing it with the pear, twistingit to fit.

"Ah ah ah, Crux. Don't think for a second I have forgotten about your other hole. Promise I'll evenspit on it for you,” I tell him, giving him a wink. I shoved it up his shitter, causing his muffled screamto vibrate around the pear occupying his mouth.

An hour later and this turd was still trying to hang on to his wretched life. “Liam, we need to hurryup. Abbie is going to come looking for me soon.”

"Fine, let me get my skewers. His pecker is barely hanging on anyhow. Sausage kabobs it is then.”Rolling my eyes at his party-pooping mood.

The shock of his dick now at the tip of my skewer was his breaking point. We listened as his heartsputtered to a halt and my lit up like a kid on christmas at my handy work. Though I was up set Icouldn't play a little longer.

Leaving him there we made our way back to the ruins of the castle. Abbie looks over at us andexhales. “I have been looking for you,” she tells Gannon, quickly moving to his side.

“For real, that thing survived?” she asks glaring at my apron.

"What does everyone have against my poor apron, it did nothing to you,” I tell her. She pulls a faceat me.

“It's alright, i will get you one just like it, blood an all,” I tell her.

“I think I will pass,” she tells me before staring at me dazedly. Fuck she was definitely sired to me.Ganno waves a hand in front of her face and she shakes her head, snapping out of it. Gannongrowls at her gawking tugging her closer.

“I'm gonna have to take care of that,” Gannon mindlinks me and I nod. Though sires were hard tobreak, it required him feeding her copious amounts of his blood to rid hers of mine, or an other waywhich I say he would be trying for.

Abbie didn't love me, she knew that, not in that sense anyway and it was the first thing we explainedto her when Gannon first started to pick up on it a few days ago.

“Ready to go?” Dustin says coming over to us and I nod to him. Dustin knew about the strange sire,he glances at Abbie. Not with jealousy just worry for Gannon. Yet he need not worry, we would takecare of it and she would be just fine, his other option was to knock her up. That al ways seemed toremove sire bonds for some reason. No one knows why and I could only guess but for some reasonit worked.

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