Saved By The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 2

Two long and agonizing days have passed since Kade abandoned me in this wretched brothel, leaving me to rot in the depths of my despair. Each day, he comes to torment me, a cruel reminder of the power he holds over my life and the little I can do about it. So, when the door swings open once again, I am not entirely surprised to see a woman step inside. However, my surprise quickly turns to shock when I recognize her as the woman who used to park outside my cabin.

Her heels click menacingly on the creaking floorboards as she makes her way toward me. Today, she wears a short black dress that clings to her every curve, the outline of her thong visible through the tight fabric. I avert my gaze, not wanting to subject myself to such a vulgar display. I can’t help but wonder what purpose she serves here. Is she here to inject me with more of the vile substance that Kade has been using on me, so I can’t shift? Or perhaps she has come to inflict some new form of torture upon me. I refuse to shed tears for her because by the sly smile on her face, she has come to witness my torment. She does not deserve the satisfaction.

Inwardly, I long for Blaire’s return. I need reassurance that she is safe. I haven’t seen her since that dreadful night when I was forcibly brought to this despicable place, but I’ve heard whispers through the walls, and I can’t get the sound of her screaming out of my head after Kade beat her when he was done with her that night. The woman crouches down beside me, her grip on my chin forcing me to meet her cold gaze. A sneer twists her lips as she shoves my face away with an air of distaste.

“Kade is on his way,” she hisses, her voice dripping with malice. “And you better be on your best behavior for my husband.”

I swallow hard, the sting of her words resonating deep within me. She’s his wife? If she thinks I’ll fight for him, she is wrong, she can have him. I want no part in the life she shares with that man, and I feel foolish for ever believing in the possibility of happiness or the strength of mate bonds.

“It seems your precious friend, that bitch queen of yours, has been asking about you,” she continues, her voice laced with venom. “You so much as breathe a word that jeopardizes the life I have with Kade, and it won’t be him you need to fear. I’ll order every pack warrior to tear through you, treating you like the home-wrecking whore you are.”

A bitter laugh escapes my lips. Of course, Kade’s wife would be just as depraved as he is. “It must have been quite a blow when you learned he had a mate,” I retort, glaring defiantly at the woman.

Instantly, her hand strikes my cheek, the force of the blow causing me to grit my teeth in pain. And then she grabs hold of my hair, yanking my head back with a cruel force that makes me wince.

“Accidents happen, my dear,” she whispers menacingly. “This is my pack. Kade is my mate. You will learn your place.”

“My place isn’t here,” I spit, my voice filled with defiance. “Ivy will come for me.”

She laughs, a sound devoid of any mirth, before tightening her grip around my throat. “Why do you think Kade is coming? To see you?” she taunts, clicking her tongue.

“Your friend won’t be an issue after today. Kade is only keeping you around so he doesn’t become weak. You would do well to remember that you are nothing to him—just a warm hole to fuck,” she sneers, her words dripping with mockery.

“And what does that make you? His dishwasher?” I ask.

She yanks my hair again and I grit my teeth.

Just as pain threatens to consume me, the door swings open once more, and his scent wafts toward me before I even lay eyes on him. A mixture of revulsion and an inexplicable longing washes over me as the bond recognizes him instantly. I despise the way he can still influence me, even now, when I hate the man more than anyone in this world.

“There are my girls, having a chat I see,” Kade’s voice echoes through the room as he saunters in, dressed in a tailored suit. The woman releases her grip on me and rises to her feet, with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Abbie dear, it seems you’ve met my wife Cassandra,” he says. He reaches out and brushes her hair off her shoulder before cupping her neck, his lips crashing against hers in a display of vulgar affection. I turn away, my heart aching at the pain that courses through my chest. Even after all he has done to me, I can’t deny the hold he still has over my emotions, as much as I hate it.

“And now,” Kade continues, venom lacing his words, “the queen has decided she wants to video chat with you today. She found out about Cassandra, and you, my love, will convince her that everything is just peachy and that you are happy here.”

With a firm grip on my arm, Kade yanks me to my feet. A flicker of excitement stirs within me. Nobody knows me better than Ivy. She knows my darkest secrets, my deepest fears. She will see through any façade Kade tries to make me put up.

He pushes me onto the bed and grips my face tightly. I struggle against his hold, tempted to sink my teeth into his filthy tongue when he forcefully kisses me. But I learned my lesson the hard way last night when he knocked me unconscious. My jaw still throbs from the blow.

“It won’t work,” I spit at him when he finally releases me.

“Oh, I had a feeling you would say that,” Kade sneers as he whistles. A struggle ensues outside the room, accompanied by a woman’s shrill cries and the desperate wails of a baby. My heart pounds as I rise to my feet, my eyes fixed on the woman being thrown to the floor, clutching a baby who couldn’t have been more than a few months old. Anguish etches across her tear-streaked face, her mascara running down her cheeks, smearing her makeup.

I glare at the man who callously tosses her aside before turning my attention back to Kade. “I’ll do it,” I declare, my voice filled with determination.

“Now you will put on your best performance; Abbie, meet Stacey, Stacey, this Abbie,” he says, and I swallow as he grips her hair, ripping her head back.

“Now, Stacey, Abbie over here is the one who decides if little Jacob here is going to get to live another day,” he says. Tears stream down the woman’s face. The baby is bundled, clutched in her arm, and tucked to her chest. Her mascara runs down her cheeks as she stares at me pleadingly. Her bright red hair stuck to her face as tears smudge her makeup and lines trek into her foundation. “I’ll do it!” I tell him as he moves to grab the child.

“You touch one hair on that baby or harm her in any way, and I will refuse to comply with anything you ask. Leave her be.”

Kade’s hand freezes in midair as he reaches for the boy in her arms. He stands there for a moment, clicking his tongue in frustration, before finally releasing the woman from his grasp. She crawls quickly toward me, clutching the baby tightly, seeking refuge at my feet. Kade snarls at her and moves to grab her, but I step in between them, shielding her from his reach.

“It seems you do have a backbone after all,” Kade remarks with a twisted smile. “It will do you no good here. You fuck this up, you watch them die,” he warns me.

“You harm them, and you do! I’ll happily watch as your world crumbles around you,” I warn him. I am the only thing standing between Ivy and the king’s wrath. And if our roles were reversed, I know she would do the same.

Kade nods and looks at Cassandra, who smiles sweetly before tugging her handbag off her shoulder. She pulls a smaller bag out containing makeup. I sit on the edge of the bed, knowing exactly what will happen next. Mrs. Daley was good at this façade, too, when she wanted sponsors and had covered our scars plenty of times. If I can survive that bitch, I can survive anything.

Stacey cringes away from her, and Cassandra raises her hand to hit her when Stacey accidentally bumps into her. Rage courses through me, and I grip her wrist. We stand off for a few seconds. Cassandra is clearly shocked I would grab her, especially in front of Kade, who she is expecting to jump to her rescue, but he only chuckles.

“Now, now, ladies, no fighting,” he says, sitting in the chair in the corner beside the bed.

“I knew you were nothing but a slut,” Kade snarls, pulling my attention back to him. “You think he wants you?” he laughs wickedly as he rises to his feet only to kick me in the side of my stomach. I grunt, and clutch my stomach, curling in on myself.

Kade’s belt flicks through the air and I instinctively flinch at the sound as I turn my attention back to him.

“Let’s see how much he wants you when I am done with you,” he growls, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that chills me to the bone.

“Kade, please,” I beg, struggling to breathe. Kade raises his hand holding the belt. The swish of it has me closing my eyes, only for them to jolt open as tears spring at the sound of its crack against my thigh. I barely choke back the whimper that tries to escape me. Again and again, he raises his hand and brings the belt down on me until I am barely able to breathe through my sobbing. Pain surges through me with each strike, as the belt welts my thighs, back and arms and I don’t know what hurts more, my lungs trying to choke in air or the stinging sensation of the welts on my skin when my eyes lift to Cassandra.

Cassandra watches all of this, an eerie smile spread across her face while she plays with a strand of her hair, seemingly unaffected by my suffering until Kade removes his pants, stepping out of them, which has her pushing off the wall.

“Kade?” she murmurs, glaring at me like I am asking for this. Kade leans down and grips my shoulder forcing me on my back before his weight is suddenly crushing my chest as he straddles me. He fists his cock in one hand, while the other grabs my hair.

“Open your filthy whore mouth,” he snarls and despite the agony I am in I grit my teeth, pressing my lips together only for him to backhand me. Blood coats my tongue as I bite it from the action and dribbles down my chin.

“I said open your mouth!” he screams and spittle splatters over my face. I shake my head, tears streaming down my cheeks when he grips my throat and squeezes. I struggle against him, thrashing, trying to shove him off me when my lungs start screaming for air. My mouth opens on a silent scream when his fingers are suddenly no longer choking me, but his cock is as he forces it in my mouth.

“Bite me and I will cut out your tongue,” he warns while my hands push on his hips, but he just leans forward more, forcing my head back on the ground, effectively trapping me. A snarl rips through the air behind him, and I hear the door open and slam shut. I try to see who came in or if Cassandra left but I can’t move with Kade brutally thrusting into my mouth.

The slap of skin on skin and my muffled cries are loud in the room. Kade thrusts faster, his harsh breathing mingling with my choked gasps and I can do nothing but endure as Kade uses me. My hands feebly grip his hips needing air as I gag and he lets up a little, slowing when I am on the verge of passing out only then to grip my hair and stuff my mouth full of him once more. Minutes feel like hours, my jaw aches, hanging loosely while I try to breathe around him when he climbs off me.

“Now that Cassandra is gone, we have the room to ourselves,” he says while I gasp for air. I crawl to my hands and knees and retch while my bond throbs in my chest at what he did.

“Come here.” he says, making me glance at him. He moves to the armchair and falls into it. He points to between his legs, which are wide open. “You will swallow every drop, or it goes in your ass. The choice is yours,” he growls angrily. A lump forms in my throat, as memories flood my mind of Doyle shoving me over that bench and tearing my tunic.

“Which is it,” Kade snaps, pulling me from the memory, and I whimper as tears drip off my chin. Kade crooks a finger at me, motioning for me to come to him.

“One, if I get to three, I pick for you and I won’t be gentle.”

I don’t doubt his words and know there is no end to this man’s cruelty just as I know there is no mercy. My knees shuffle across the carpet until I am kneeling between his legs. “Seems you can behave.” He smiles cruelly and grips my hair, forcing my face down as he stuffs his dick back in my mouth, forcing me to blow him. He sighs loudly, letting my hair go and thrusting upward, making me gag.

He laughs at the sound of me choking on him. “Don’t forget to swallow, or I will make you watch as I kill Stacey and her baby,” he taunts while my tears drip onto his thighs as his hand pushes on my head and forces his cock deeper