Mated To The King’s Gamma

Abbie

I stared at the forest surrounding the castle, wishing I could shift and feel the air in my fur and the d paws. I hardly shifted. Mrs. Daley forbade it. The only time I did was in our room back at the or phan: and explore the woods, instead my paws only knew the floor boards of our tiny room.

Yet so close to the forest the urge was overwhelming and I took a step toward the forest feeling my take my werewolf form. It was freeing the shift, yet also painful because I hardly did it.

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“Abbie!” Clarice calls out to me and I rush back to hang out the towels I was sent out to hang.

"Yes," I called back, looking toward the laundry door.

"Once done, come help me prepare for dinner,” I nod to her quickly and quickly finish hanging the w sleeps to shift before I quickly dismiss the thought. The guards may stumble across me and think I w However, later that night I was sitting on the windowsill looking at the castle grounds below. My skir Climbing down, I knew, once again, my only place of solace with my wolf would be confined to this r nap and clenched my teeth as my bones started breaking and realigning into position.

Hands became paws and skin turned to fur and my nose and face elongated. I was careful not to let My mother used to tell me how freeing it felt to run on four legs, to zip through the trees and feel th that feels like. It was foolish to miss some thing I had never experienced, or probably ever would.

I ended up falling asleep on the window ledge, and it wasn't until I heard a knock on the door that I going to be caught. Lowering my body

to the ground, I tried to fit under the bed, yet my fury body was much too big. Stupid Abbie, how co "Abbie?" Clarice's voice and peer around the edge of the foot

of the bed. She gasps and I quickly shift back, reaching for the sheet on my bed to tuck around me. “I'm sorry, I promise I was careful I didn't scratch the floors, and I will clean up the fur,” I quickly told “You're not in trouble, Abbie. I noticed you didn't come down for supper,” she says, placing a tray wi “Sorry, I will get changed and come down,” I tell her. She

stares at me for a second before nodding and heading toward the door when she pauses just a: "You know, Abbie, if you want to shift, you can go in the woods. Just let the guards know you're o there so they don't think you're a stranger.” Clarice says and I tug the blanket tighter when I notice G “It's okay, it won't happen again,” I assure her. Her brows furrow, and she looks at Gannon behind he “I'll take her for her run,” Gannon offers, but I wiffle my head.

“No, it's fine. I think 1 will

just go shower and come clean up the mess I made,” I tell them. Gannon went to say something but “try to

get some rest, but if you want to shift, you can go to the woods to do so. I have told you Abbie, you here,” Clarice says before leaving me. Yet she says that, but I am

not allowed to see Ivy, or go to that floor. I wasn't about to tempt the Lycans by doing something, e\ Mrs. Daley used to like to play those games, get our hopes up and say we could have a break and th us bloody. Or like the time she said we could eat with the children at the dining table, only to humili: that, when the children would beg for

us to sit with them, we never asked again. We were only twelve at the time.

We had finally given into the children and thought for once we would ask; it sucked

because the kids always asked. We only asked the once because it was Mrs. Daley's birthday and we could celebrate with her and try the cake we painstakingly made for her.

We were so excited and when the other kids sat down and we served their food, we gathered our ow we were being lazy, she gave the scraps to the pigs and we went without. We had been on our best I our food and went to take our seats, she snapped at us.

"What are you doing?” She snarled, and we both froze and looked at Katrina.

“Dogs don't sit at the table,” she said, getting up.

“I said you could join us because I was feeling generous, but filthy rogues eat like filthy rogues,” she the plates in a pile on the floor.

“Now sit and enjoy your meal,” she ordered us. The humiliation and sadness at the broken promise r glance at Katrina, we saw her lips quiver, and she tossed her napkin before storming out.

I nudged Ivy as I went to sit on the floor, Ivy I could tell didn't want to eat it, though the floors were « daily, yet she glared at Mrs. Daley and I had to nudge her, giving her a look to remind her we hadn't two days and she had fainted

the day prior. Who cares if it was now ruined? We still needed to eat, and Ivy especially. She always g “Please,”

I whispered to her, nudging her with my elbow. Ivy looked at me and dropped her gaze to the floor I Looking at the slice of pie on the tray, I wondered if Ivy had eaten and if maybe I could sneak it over copped one too many beatings for it, so my conscience gnawed at me with how much I had eaten since being here that I completely forgot that Ivy may not have. I quickly got changed scooping up t out the door before trying

to sneak into the King's quarters. Yet it didn't take long before Trey, one of the guards here spott me away.