His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Elara’s POV

I could hear the sound of footsteps outside the door–heavy, deliberate. Then, a creak, and the door cracked open just enough for Wendy to peek through, her wide eyes meeting mine with a flash of fear.

“M–Master!” she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. “I was just about to tell the Queen… about what happened downstairs.”

I saw it now–she must’ve caught sight of Thorne fighting Dorian. Scared out of her mind, she ran up here to tattle.

“Tell Miela I need to see her,” Thorne’s voice cut through the tension like a knife.

I struggled in his hold, trying to pull my arms free. “Stop! Are you losing your mind, Thorne?!”

He couldn’t seriously be doing this. Handing me over to Miela?

“Yes,” he gritted through clenched teeth, his voice low and dangerous. “I am, and it’s because you made me this way.”

I felt my stomach churn. Thorne, the one who’d always tried to protect me, was now the one pushing me into this nightmare.

Wendy gulped, her hands trembling as she pulled the door open wider. “Come in,” she whispered.

Thorne shoved me, and I stumbled into the room. Miela was there, sitting at her dresser, a maid brushing her long, silky hair. She turned her head slowly, meeting our gaze in the mirror. Her eyes sharpened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice cool but laced with suspicion. “It’s late. And let me remind you–my room is guarded by soldiers.”

Thorne snorted, unimpressed. “Relax. I’m not here to hurt you.”

He pushed me forward again, and I barely caught myself. “You said you were good at training slaves,” he said coldly. “I think I might need your help with one.”

Miela’s jaw dropped. She stood up, turning around to face us. Her eyes flickered between me and Thorne, her expression morphing into something between curiosity and doubt.

“Wait… her?” she gasped.

Thorne nodded.

“This isn’t some kind of trick, is it?” Miela asked, stepping forward, her voice lower now, more probing. “I thought she had you wrapped around her finger! Did you change your mind? What happened?”

Her words were a slap, sharp and cutting. Just days ago, I’d seen her trying to sever my hands with an axe. Thorne had stormed into the Counseling Hall and threatened to do the same to her.

Why had things shifted so drastically?

Thorne’s eyes turned hard, his voice laced with venom. “No matter how kind I was to her, she just wouldn’t appreciate it. She trampled my heart, so now… this ends.”

My chest tightened, anger bubbling up. It was you who betrayed me first! You left me, Thornel You’re the one who’s

“I didn’t betray you,” he interrupted, his voice low, dangerous. “But you did. You gave your heart and body to someone else. And now you

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Chapter 161

going to pay for that choice.”

The air between us crackled. I wanted to scream, to lash out. And then Miela–always the snake–let out a laugh.

“Wow, Elara! Did you really sleep with someone else? What a piece of work you are. Let me help you out of that sluttiness,” she sneered,

My blood boiled, every part of me wanted to strike her, but I held back, fists clenched. “Stay the hell away from me,” I warned, taking a step back.

“I’m not going to let you touch me,” I hissed. “Remember the dungeon, Miela? When you tried to hurt me? When I knocked out your front tooth?”

Her eyes flickered with fear.

She hadn’t even dared to grin after that.

“Thorne…” she muttered, her voice almost a whisper. “You have a feisty one here.”

Thorne’s expression was unreadable as he loosened his tie. He stepped forward, his hand grabbing for me. I fought back, but it was useless. His grip was too strong, and I couldn’t escape.

With one swift motion, he tied my hands with his tie.

“You might want to swap that for iron chains later,” Thorne said, his voice icy.

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re really doing this. You’re handing me over to her? After everything? You’re… you’re just going to let her hurt me?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes were hollow, emotionless.

The last shred of hope I had left in me broke. The man I’d trusted, the man who’d once vowed to protect me, was now the one who was handing me off to be tortured.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. “Thorne! I hate you! I fucking hate you! Go to hell!”

His expression didn’t change. He turned toward the door. “Saye some of that energy,” he said quietly. “You’ll need it later.”

“Wait! Don’t you want to stay and watch?” Miela asked, her voice laced with excitement.

Thorne didn’t even slow his pace. “No.”

“And how far can I go?” Miela pressed. “Can I chop her hands? Her legs? Things might get extreme-”

Thorne’s voice cut through the air, colder than ice. “No missing hands or legs. No permanent injuries.”

“Then what’s the point of all this?” Miela asked, her frustration rising.

“I said NO,” Thorne snapped, his voice a final command. “When I come back to fetch her, I want her in one piece. Understand?”

He stormed out without another word.

Miela pouted, her eyes still on me as I lay on the floor, panting with exhaustion. “Wendy,” she ordered, “Tie her feet and gag her mouth.

Wendy scrambled to obey.

I didn’t fight back. I couldn’t. My body was too weak from the emotional turmoil. When the last of my limbs were bound, Miela finally seemed

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