His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Elara’s POV

“Wait–what are you-“I barely got the words out before Kimberly’s finger pressed gently against my lips.

She tilted her head, signaling to my left. I followed her gaze and saw a back door leading to the yard.

I didn’t waste a second. I slid out of the kitchen with a rush of air, moving quickly but quietly.

The head maid, completely absorbed in her own chaos, was barking orders to the others to help with pastries. Nobody noticed me slip out

The moment I was outside, my breath caught, and I launched myself toward Kimberly, arms wide.

“Kimberly!” I pulled her into a tight hug, my chest swelling with relief. “How have you been?”

It had been too long. Half a month, maybe more. The last time we saw each other was when I tried to escape, but Thorne caught me Locked

me up again.

“Been alright, considering everything,” Kimberly muttered as she wrapped her arms around me. “That bastard Lance sent me on patrols, keeping me away from you. How the hell are you holding up?” Her eyes widened as she scanned me, taking in the bruises on my face and the marks on my arms. “What the hell happened? Who did this?”

“Miela.” The word left my mouth with a heaviness I couldn’t shake. “But we don’t have much time.”

Kimberly was already scanning the area, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered.”

She whistled sharply, and a soldier–like woman rounded the corner. She looked just like me from behind–same fall colored hair, same

height. No one would be able to tell us apart.

“This is Claire,” Kimberly introduced, smiling at me. “She’s got your back. You two talk. I’ll handle the rest.”

Claire grinned, “Nice to meet you, Gamma Elara. I’ve heard so much about you. Go ahead, I’ll take care of things in the kitchen.”

She threw her hair into a messy bun and slipped into my apron, making her way inside with ease.

“Is this really going to work?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Kimberly just laughed softly. “Relax. No one inside knows you. They won’t make the connection.”

“Right,” I muttered, trying to quell the rising anxiety.

Kimberly nodded and motioned for me to follow her. We moved quickly, ducking behind a shed where the maids kept the firewood.

Inside, Jory and Dorian were already waiting.

The moment I stepped in, Dorian was on me, pulling me into his arms without a word. His grip was firm, but gent‘

deep inside me.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely, his fingers trailing over the slap mark on my cheek.

“Don’t,” I whispered, holding him back. “There’s nothing you could have done.”

dI felt something shift

I wasn’t angry. He hadn’t had a chance. Thorne had gone too far that day. Dorian didn’t have his wolf, no way he could’ve fought him.

Dorian breathed heavily, then pulled back slightly, his voice tight. “I swear I’ll make them pay for this.”

I met his gaze, heart aching. “No promises. Let’s just focus on getting out of here.”

Kimberly interrupted, voice sharp. “Alright, enough of the love fest. We don’t have much time.”

I blushed, pulling away from Dorian, though his hand stayed at my waist. He didn’t let go.

“Hey, Jory,” I greeted him, relief flooding through me just seeing him in one piece.

He gave me a soft smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“The real issue,” Kimberly said, pulling me to the side, “is getting you out of here. You can’t stay here any longer, not with what those monsters have done to you.”

“I’m safe for now,” I assured her. “Lance warned Miela off last night. I’m still useful to him, at least for now.”

“But we all know it’s just a matter of time before he turns on you,” Kimberly said bitterly. “Once he’s done with Thorne, you’re next on the chopping block.”

I nodded, the weight of her words heavy in the pit of my stomach. “Yeah, that’s the truth. I need to get word to Caet about the rogues, too. So if there’s a way out, I’ll take it.”

Jory rubbed his chin, the lines of worry deepening across his brow. “It won’t be easy. The guards have doubled. And to leave the Grace Ruin? You need a pass from the king. This city is locked down tighter than a drum,”

Kimberly’s brow furrowed. “There has to be a way. Some weak spot. Some breach we can exploit.”

“Unless you know of a secret tunnel no one’s watching,” Jory grunted. “We’re out of options.”

“The wedding,” Dorian said, cutting through the tension like a knife.

I blinked, my mind suddenly sharp. “Right, the wedding.”

The palace would be packed with guests soon, outsiders, distractions. It would be the perfect opportunity. Guards would be stretched thin, and Lance and Miela would be preoccupied.

“The wedding’s the way out,” I said, my voice firm.

“Exactly,” Kimberly said, a grin spreading across her face. “I’ll have my guy find an opening and sneak you out. It’ll work.”

But then Dorian spoke again, and the room fell silent..

“No,” he said, his voice cool. “Elara’s coming with

my men.”

There was a brief, stunned silence. The others looked at him in shock, but Dorian’s gaze never wavered.

“Your men?” Jory blinked, clearly confused. “But you work for Kimberly-”

“Your men are her men,” Kimberly shot back/“What are you trying to pull, Dorian?”

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