Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 21

All day lvy and I worked around the castle. Clarice was in an excitable mood, and the place seemed to buzz with energy. Clarice even let me choose my own chores halfway through the day, as long as I kept Ivy away from the kitchen area. I thought the request a little odd, but agreed, so we spent it outside raking while throwing the leaves at each other.

It was the most fun, and even Peter and the gardener joined in for a little bit before Damian scolded them and told them to both get back to work. Both Ivy’s guard and Damian followed Ivy like they were her shadow, but even Dustin and Beta Damian joined when we had our leaf fight after Peter left. It was great spending the day with Ivy. The day was very relaxed, but like everything, it eventually came to an end when Beta Damian called out to Ivy.

“My queen, it is time to go in. I think a storm is coming, and it is best you come inside before it rains,” he states, turning his attention to her.

Just a while longer, please?” Ivy begged him, but he shook his head. Looking to the sky, I noticed the clouds rolling in, and it did indeed look like a storm was approaching. Even the wind had picked up, blowing the leaves around the garden area. Thunder sounded in the distance, and a few streaks of lightning.

“I’m sorry, my Queen, but I must insist. The king wants you in bed by 8 PM,” Beta Damian tells hers. Ivy looks a little disappointed but knows she can’t go against the King.

“Fine, but stop calling me your Queen” Ivy says. Damian chuckles and clicks his tongue.

“As you wish,” he says, giving her a nod.

Ivy and I say goodbye, and I no longer know what to do with myself. I join the other servants for dinner. After dinner, though, Clarice was still buzzing with excitement, and I watched as she hummed excitedly.

When the servants leave to go about their duties, I go to see if there is anything I can help with. And she shakes her head.

“No, Abbie. Maybe go see if the cleaner needs help.” She offers, and I wander off, yet they all tell me no. It was too early for bed, and I couldn’t see Ivy, so I wandered back to Clarice, who quickly put a sheet over whatever she was working on

“Clarice?” I ask as she makes herself busy. Whatever she was working on was pretty big. Clarice sighs.

“I do need a little help, but you must promise not to tell Ivy. It is a surprise,” Clarice says, and I beam; a surprise for Ivy? I bounce on my heels.

“The king asked me to make a cake for her birthday tomorrow,”

“Wait, her birthday isn’t for a few more weeks,” Clarice shakes her head. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“No, she is showing signs of shifting. The King noticed. We believe her birthday is tomorrow, or maybe the next day, but the king wants to throw a party for her tomorrow when he returns.”

My eyes light up. Ivy and I had never had a party before, and I was excited to help. Ivy, I knew she would love it.

“Promise not to tell Ivy. I don’t want her surprise ruined,” Clarice asks.

“I promise, I can’t wait to see her face,” I tell her, and Clarice smiles.

“Neither can I. I have been working on this cake all day, and I am making petals for edible flowers, so you can help if you want.” I nod eagerly. I would do anything to help bring a smile to Ivy’s face. So we

set to work late into the night, making a massive cake.

Clarice even let me scrape the icing with a spoon and eat while she put on the last finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the look on Ivy’s face when she sees it. We even made matching cupcakes that sat along the different tiers.

When we were finally finished with the cake, I helped decorate the ballroom, and by the time I climbed into bed; I was exhausted but excited for what tomorrow would bring. I was also excited to see Gannon.

Buzzing with excitement, I found it impossible to sleep, so I pulled the sketch pad and pencils. I was so absorbed in my drawing hadn’t realized it was 1 AM when Dustin knocked on my door. He pushes the door open just as I close the sketch pad I was drawing of Gannon’s Lycan side.

“Beta Damian requests your presence in the King’s quarters,” he tells me, and I jump to my feet.

“Is Ivy Okay?” I ask in a panic. However, Dustin says nothing, just holds the door open, and nods for me to follow him. I don’t even bother to put my shoes on, instead racing after him to the King’s quarters when I hear Ivy crying out from behind the door. I burst through the door and stop dead in my tracks when I find her writhing on the bed, holding her tummy. Damian hovered nearby. speaking softly to her and trying to calm her down.

“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, rushing to her side, but I don’t think she realized I was there as I caressed her hair away from her face. “She is fretting for the King,” Damian tells me.

“Fretting?” I ask, looking between Dustin and Beta Damian, who both nod.

I had no idea what they were talking about, yet it was apparent Ivy was in pain. For a while, I try to calm her down. She calms as spoon her, and after a while, her breathing evens out, and we eventually fall

asleep after she cries herself to sleep. It wasn’t until felt hands scoop me up in the early hours of the morning that I woke to Liam picking me up. .

“Go back to sleep,” he whispers, and I glance around and yawn. “Is Gannon back yet?” I ask him, and he purrs before staring down at me. “Go back to sleep,” he orders, and my eyes snap shut, and I am sucked under only to awaken in Gannon’s bed around lunchtime.

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