His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Elara’s POV

I stared at Miela’s lifeless body, the weight of it sinking in like a heavy fog.

And then it hit me—the sweet, intoxicating rush of revenge. it

was like a fire spreading through my veins, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. This woman… she had been my nightmare since I was a child. I still wore the scars from her cruelty–those marks on my back, reminders of the hell she’d put me through.

But now? Now, she was nothing. Dead. And damn, it felt good.

I dipped my blade into the snow, washing the blood off. The cold was sharp against my fingers, biting into the warmth of my skin. I felt something heavy then–a hand, grabbing me by the shoulder, spinning me around.

Thorne.

His face was unreadable for a moment. The anger and confusion swirled in his eyes, but there was something else too–sorrow. Genuine

sorrow.

“…It was you?” His voice cracked, like he couldn’t believe it.

I dropped my gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes. “Apparently

He raised his voice, the anger boiling over. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why keep this from me?” His words echoed through the silence of the forest, making the trees seem to shudder.

I didn’t flinch. “You would’ve treated me differently? Maybe held me closer? Or would you have just left me to the rogues when I was taken? Would that have been the better choice?”

“Yes!” His voice was raw, like it tore through him to say it. “But most of all, I would’ve known–damn it, I would’ve known what I felt for you sooner!”

I could feel the weight of his words, the regret heavy in the air. But

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wasn’t going to let him off the hook.”

“You thought it was Miela. You thought she was your saviour, didn’t you? You thought she was your mate.” I let the bitterness drip from my words. “Well, guess what? Everything you believed was a lie. Miela was a damn imposter, and you’re just too blind to see it.”

I could see his fists clench at his sides. His body froze, like he couldn’t move or breathe.

“You’re wrong about everything,” I said, my voice steady, icy. “What you feel isn’t love. It’s guilt, it’s gratitude, maybe even pity. But it’s not

Tove.”

He stared at me, his expression torn. “It is love.”

“No. It’s not,” I shot back, my voice cutting through the tension. “You said you loved me. In the Cragfen Fortress, you swore it. But you still handed me over to her, didn’t you? You let her forture me. You didn’t care how I felt, only what you wanted. That’s not love, Thorne. That’s manipulation.”

His eyes burned with frustration, like the truth was a knife he couldn’t pull from his chest. “I didn’t know! I-

“You should have,” I interrupted, not letting him finish. “You should have fought for me,

not for your damn power.”

He flinched as if I slapped him.

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I took a step back, wiping the snow off my boots, my chest rising and falling with the cold air. “You want to prove something id m

fighting for the throne. Let go of this obsession with becoming King, and maybe I’ll reconsider.

His breath came out in sharp bursts. “Why do you care so much about this? If I’m King, I can protect you better-

I snapped, the anger taking over. “Shut up! Don’t use me as an excuse for your power–hungry dreams! You’re a damn monster, Thorne, and nothing’s going to change that!”

“Elara-‘

“Don’t you dare say it!” I cut him off, my voice sharp as a whip. “You say you love me, but every time it comes to a choice, you choose power. You’re selfish. You deserve to die alone on that damn throne, just like the heartless king you are!”

I raised my blade, pointing it straight at his chest. My body trembled with the fury I couldn’t hold back. “If you ever say that again, I’ll slit your throat. Just like I did to Miela.”

The air between us was thick with silence, heavy with the weight of what I’d just said. His eyes were full of sorrow–he didn’t speak, didn’t move. The snow fell quietly around us, softening the world into something cold and unforgiving.

I breathed out, breaking the silence. “Now, let’s go. We still have to deal with Lance.”

I turned on my heel, shifting into my wolf form before I could hear him say another word.

Iran.

And not long after, Thorne’s paws were pounding behind me. We weren’t alone in this anymore, but I didn’t care. Not really. All I wanted was

to end this–whatever this was between us.

When we reached the tower, Kimberly and Jory were still trying to get Zara to talk. Kimberly looked up when she saw us enter.

“Miela?” she asked, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes.

“Dead,” I said flatly, not bothering to elaborate. “Any progress?”

Kimberly shook her head. “No. She’s still holding out.”

I stared at Zara, my eyes cold as ice. “She’s not the one in control here,” I said, walking towards her. “I am.”

Zara shot me a glare, her eyes filled with venom. “You cold bitch,” she spat.

I ignored her, watching her with a steely calm. “Tell me where Lance is, and I’ll make this quick. Otherwise, you’ll wish for death by the time we’re done with him.”

Zara’s breath came in ragged gasps, but she didn’t answer.

Kimberly stepped forward, her arms crossed. “You don’t want to be on the wrong side of this. Better let him die with some dignity.”

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