His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

Elara’s POV

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, the pulse throbbing against my ribs. Miela stood there, staring at me as if I had slapped her in the face, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her hands trembled, her face shifting through a spectrum of color—first red, then gray, before paling to a sickly shade.

“She just missed one meal. It’s not a big deal,” she gritted, her voice trembling but trying to maintain some dignity.

“And that makes it more dangerous. We can’t risk her escaping,” Lance snapped, his tone harsh, sending a chill through the room. His voice was like a whip cracking in the silence.

“She’s just a maid, Miela,” I added, trying to calm the rising tension. “She’s closely watched by dozens of guards. There’s no danger

“She’s a Gamma,” Lance’s words cut through the room like a blade, his voice rising with fury. “I’ve seen her take down more guards than I can count. Don’t underestimate her!”

Miela’s cheeks burned crimson, and I saw the tears brimming in her eyes, her humiliation hanging in the air like a dark cloud. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“Can we not do this in front of everyone?” she pleaded, her voice softening, as though she could still reclaim some form of control. “I’m still your queen, Lance. Please, don’t make me look weak in front of the maids.”

Lance didn’t even flinch, his eyes cold and indifferent. “A decent queen wouldn’t cause me so many problems. Maybe you should reflect on that,” he said, the finality in his voice cutting deep.

Could feel Miela’s eyes burning into the back of my head, her jealousy practically suffocating the room. She turned, barking orders at the maids and guards.

“Get out. Now.”

Everyone scrambled to obey, heads bowed in silence. As the last of them left, Lance’s voice softened as he turned to me. “Go find something for your thumb,” he said, his tone more composed.

I glanced at Miela as I turned to leave. She was glaring at me, her eyes filled with unspoken venom. The door clicked shut behind me, but ! didn’t walk away. My feet moved of their own accord, pressing me against the door, straining to hear the exchange on the other side.

“You can’t treat her like this, Miela. Not like a slave!” Lance’s voice was low, but sharp with anger.

Miela’s voice cracked as she retaliated, “But why? Why are you suddenly so protective of her? What’s changed? Was it because you like her? Do you think she’s pretty and now you feel sorry for her?”

Lance’s response was furious, his patience wearing thin. “Stop acting like a jealous woman! What the hell is wrong with you?”

A crash rang through the air, and I could almost hear the vase shatter, the noise echoing with the force of their

For a moment, there was silence. Then Miela’s/sobs broke the stillness. The raw, ugly sound of her grief filled the space between us.

Lance’s voice was strained as he spoke again, irritation dripping from every word. “I’m not buying this. Elara matters too much to Thorne. I. still need Thorne’s help, and keeping the woman he loves safe is important.”

“But you don’t get it, my King!” Miela screamed. “It was Thorne who told me to teach that bitch a lesson! He’s the one who accepted that maid you sent him! He doesn’t care about Elara!”

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Lance sounded beyond frustrated now, his voice rising to a sharp edge. “You’re an idiot. Thome didn’t sleep with her he hazit slegs in anyone else since he got here. He said he wanted her tortured because he was jealous, but you’re missing the point. He still kept her d what he says!”

Miela’s voice faltered, disbelief thick in her words. “Thorne… he still loves her?”

Lance’s voice turned cold. “Elara is independent, strong, fierce, and attractive. She’s everything Thorne needs. And don’t fool yourself stes way better than a pretty face who has nothing else.”

That last comment hit Miela like a slap. I saw her face twist with anger, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “Why are you so fond of her?” she spat, her voice venomous. “Do you think Elara’s attractive?”

Lance didn’t hesitate. “Don’t start with me, Miela,” he warned, his tone darkening. “Just keep things civil with Elara. If you don’t want her around, send her to the kitchen. I don’t care.”

“I hate her,” Miela muttered, her voice low and dangerous.

“Then suck it up,” Lance retorted. “You’re not hurting her. Period.”

Miela’s breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in the air as she struggled to maintain control. “Why is Thorne so important to you anyway?” she hissed. “I heard a rumour… Are you really making him king? What does that make you? What about me? Am I still the Queen?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and threatening. And I couldn’t stop myself from wondering the same thing. What was Lance really planning? Why was he protecting Thorne so fiercely?

Lance didn’t even flinch at Miela’s words, his voice cutting through the space between us. “Stay out of my business,” he said, the finality of his tone making it clear that the discussion was over.

I felt the weight of his words settle in my chest, my stomach twisting with frustration. I didn’t know if I’d ever get the answers I was seeking But I knew one thing for sure–I wouldn’t stop trying to find them.

Before I could think any further, I knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in!” Lance’s voice sounded almost relieved.

I pushed the door open, and instantly, my eyes locked with Miela’s. Her face was flushed with tears, her eyes avoiding mine.

“What do you need, Elara?” Lance’s voice softened as he turned toward me.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to the kitchen to have dinner and head to bed,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Lance nodded briskly. “Right. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be working in the kitchen. Wendy will fill you in.”

Miela suddenly called out, her voice sharp, “My King, while Elara’s still here, I want to ask about our wedding.”

“Not this again,” Lance groaned, his eyes rolling. Go ask the wedding planners. I’ve paid them enough to keep me out of this mess.”

But Miela wasn’t backing down. “I want my parents at the wedding. They’ll want to be here when I’m cro

Queen!”

I raised an eyebrow. Her parents? I hadn’t heard anything about them since I left the Direstone Pack. The news was a surprise, to say the

least.

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