His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Lance’s POV

The air was still, too still. Then, Zara’s voice broke thro

Lance was still too far from them. If they let him escape no

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Kimberly and Jory were hiding just a few feet away behind the ruins of a collapsed wall. I caught a glimpse of Kimberly mouthing something to Elara, the silent exchange sending a spark of unease through me. I could tell they were ready to act. The question was–when?

Elara shook her head. Not yet.

I wasn’t blind. I could feel the tension in the air, thick with betrayal. The city was no their eyes colder than ever before. I had to stay alert, keep my guard up.

longer mine. His men surrounded me now my enemies

silence.

drawing him out would become more difficult. They had to wait.

“Yes, My King, I am all alone,” she said, her tone flat, almost rehearsed.

“Then why don’t you come to me?” I called out, a small smile on my lips despite the chaos around me. “The front gate is this way.”

“The front gate is too risky,” she replied, a moment’s hesitation in her words. “We should pass through the courtyard and circle to the back of the palace.”

I paused, conflicted. There was something about her tone that didn’t sit right with me, but I dismissed it. I had no reason to doubt her.

I glanced around the quiet courtyard once more. Everything appeared peaceful–almost too peaceful.

“Fine,” I muttered, stepping into the courtyard. “Let’s make it quick.”

The sudden rush of my own blood felt strangely cold, my pulse thudding in my ears. There was no time for second–guessing. I approached Zara, long strides bringing me closer.

“You were gone for a while,” I said, my voice low, though the pain in my shoulder made it hard to sound casual. “Did you find Miela?”

Zara’s lips trembled before she spoke. “Queen Miela… is dead.”

I froze.

Her words didn’t make sense. I blinked at her, trying to process the weight of them. But it didn’t matter. Not really.

I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “That useless bitch,” I sneered. “Good riddance. She was nothing but a burden.”

I reached out, cupping her cheek in a soft, almost tender gesture. “But you-” I softened my tone, letting a smile creep onto my face. “You are the only one who has stayed loyal to me. I’ll remember this, Zara. After we get through this… you’ll be rewarded. Anything you want.”

Her eyes welled up, tears spilling over. “I… I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry… my King…”

The soft sound of her crying broke something inside me. It didn’t make sense. She had betrayed me. But… why did it hurt so much?

I stared at her, shocked, but before I could react further, a voice sliced through the air.

“NOW!!!” Elara shouted, her voice a sharp command.

Then, like clockwork, the shadows around us came alive. Soldiers, all at once, emerged from every corner, their eyes burning with purpose. Without hesitation, they lunged at me.

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Chapter 179

My instincts kicked in. I shifted. Fur exploded along my skin, claws sprouted, and my senses heightened. I was a beast, a King among wold

IAM YOUR FUCKING KING!” I roared, slashing with my claws, trying to keep them at bay. “You traitors!!!”

But no one listened. No one cared. The soldiers knew what I had become. They knew their loyalty had long since died.

The pack of wolves, rogue soldiers, and even my once–loyal

savage roars echoing against the cold courtyard walls. Thempanions now turned on me with unrelenting force. Growls filled the air, their

came at me from all sides.

I fought. I fought like I’d never fought before, each strike landing with precision. But it was too much. Too many. One by one, they wore me down.

I could hear Elara in the distance, barking orders, but she chance.

didn’t loin the fight. She knew what was happening. She knew I didn’t stand a

I looked to Zara, tears streaming down her face, but she was struggling, and it broke me even more.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught my eye. Thorne.

helpl

too.

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save her now. As the battle raged on, I saw her

He stood at the edge of the circle, watching with cold, calculating couldn’t read him. I never could. And then, the unthinkable

happened.

With swift precision, Thorne charged into the fray, grabbing me by the throat. My body jerked, lifted off the ground like a ragdoll. My vision

blurred, and for a moment, I thought he would snap my neck.

But instead, he threw me–flung me across the battlefield.

Tcollided with something hard. And then… nothing.

Jory’s POV

I wasn’t prepared.

Lance’s body flew at us, and instinctively, I stepped forward. My sword was already in my hand, and I thrust it forward before I could even process what was happening.

The blade sank deep into Lance’s heart.

He didn’t even scream. His body went limp almost immediately, the light fading from his eyes. His body fell at my feet, a lifeless weight.

And then… silence.

Everyone around us stood frozen. The weight of what had just happened hit like a thunderclap. Lance was dead.

And yet… nothing felt real.

The quiet mutterings began, the words low but growing louder.

“He killed our King…”

A few voices joined in. “Does that make him the new King?”

I could feel the eyes on me. Cold, questioning, hungry.

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I could already feel it–the shift. The hunger for power. They were looking at me as though they expected something more. As though the

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