Saved By The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 34

“Is she being serious?” I whisper to Azalea behind me.

“Now she got him back. She won’t let him go. And if you make her choose, you won’t win,” she tells me, and my lips part. I glance down the corridor. She has already disappeared. Is this why she had been in a strange mood?

“What do you mean, now she has him back?” I ask, turning my attention to Azalea.

“Abbie was his primary carer. She raised him since he was newborn,” she tells me. Fuck! I never gave much thought to kids, but damn, this was abrupt. I sigh, and Kyson comes up the steps.

“What’s wrong?” Kyson asks, and I look at him.

“Looks like I have a son,” I say. I am not sure how to feel about this, but I won’t refuse her if this is what Abbie wants and needs. Without looking back, I turn on my heel and jog after her.

“Abbie is pregnant?” I hear the king ask Azalea behind me, and I roll my eyes. That would require us mating, and that definitely hasn’t happened yet. And I also don’t see it happening anytime in the near future. It is only a couple of times that she has let me sleep next to her, and each time I woke to find her on the couch. It upset me but I know she struggles with touch, scents, and everything in general when it comes to men. However, having her in my room, I am thankful for. It means she somewhat trusts me, despite what she has been through.

“No, Tyson!” Azalea tells him.

“Ah, wait. You both know we can’t keep them all, right? Clarice has the two boys already, and now Abbie has Tyson. You’re pregnant. I am not running a boarding school here!” Kyson tells her, just as I turn the corner to our quarters.

I rush to my room and open the door, but she isn’t here. I furrow my brows as I check the bathroom, wondering where she went when I hear a babbling noise from out in the hallway.

Turning around, I follow the noise to her old room. Knocking on the door, the room falls quiet, and I grip the handle pushing the door open to find her sitting on the bed.

Tyson is still attached to her hip and eating a candy cloud she has pinched between her fingers, his little lips sucking the sugar off while she holds it, watching him.

“I am keeping him. And I understand if you don’t want kids. And I know he is a special needs child, so if you aren’t comfortable with it, I understand. I will ask Azalea to move me elsewhere if it bothers you,” she says dismissively as if she thinks I will toss her away over him.

“It would have been nice to be asked,” I tell her.

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