His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Elara’s POV

“I know I’m supposed to decide, but how can I?” I muttered under my breath, staring at the space between. Thorne and Dorian as they stood in front of me like two stubborn rams. Kimberly’s warning from earlier echoed in my mind, but it wasn’t helping. Nothing made this easier

A week passed, and we managed to get everything back in order: fixing the castle, welcoming citizens back, and resuming life as it was supposed to be. But it wasn’t the same anymore.

The people? They didn’t care much about the new king, not really. To them, a roof over their heads was enough.

But this? This was all about the future, my future. And that was exactly what I couldn’t figure out.

Thorne and Dorian–two men who couldn’t stand each other for even a second–wouldn’t stop fighting over something as ridiculous as

which car I should ride in.

“I know the way home, so obviously, I should be with Elara,” Thorne said, his chin held high like he had the best of everything.

“Anyone with a map or a GPS app can find the way,” Dorian shot back, raising an eyebrow. “But if we’re talking about comfort, that’s where ! come in. Our car’s superior.”

And, sure enough, it was. The Lycans had come prepared with a luxury SUV that made the other vehicles look like relics from a bygone age.

“Let me show you the magic of our ride,” Alden said, pulling open the door and revealing a plush, well–lit interior.

“Handcrafted leather seats. Seat warmers. Built–in fridge stocked with anything you could want. An entertainment system that’ll make the

10–hour ride feel like an hour. And, of course, our King will be riding right next to you.”

Dorian flashed me a smile, and I rolled my eyes.

“Your car’s ancient,” Thorne said, clearly unimpressed. “We’ve got the latest model at Direstone. Bulletproof windows, too.”

Dorian chuckled, “We don’t need bulletproof windows. We can handle danger, thanks.”

“Are you calling me weak?”

“Do you need to hide behind windows?”

The tension in the air could’ve been cut with a knife. They were both glaring at each other now, their hostility palpable.

Kimberly, her lips curling into a wicked smile, chimed in, “How about a fight? Let’s see who gets the privilege of riding with Elara.”

“Fine by me!” Thorne snapped.

Dorian simply shrugged, “If you’re not afraid of being knocked down again, I’m happy to do a rematch.”

I could feel the heat in my cheeks, my patience wearing thin.

“Enough!” I finally snapped, hands on my hips. “If I hear another word of this, I’ll walk back home myself!”

Dorian, ever the wisecracker, grinned, “Which car will you take then?”

“I’m riding with Jory and Kimberly,” I retorted, not looking back as I hopped into one of the Jeeps.

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Chapter 182

Jory slid in behind the wheel, Kimberly beside me. I huffed, sinking into the seat as I crossed my arms.

“You shouldn’t egg them on,” I muttered to Kimberly, glancing at the rearview mirror, where Thorne and Dorlan were still glaring at eachi

other.

“Why not?” Kimberly leaned her elbow on the window frame and grinned. “This was bound to happen sooner or later. You can’t stop it.

I groaned, sinking further into my seat. “I just want them to get along.”

“You won’t find out who’s best for you by playing nice. Let them fight for it. Only one will rise to the top.”

I looked out the window, watching the roads blur by.

“I just want peace,” I sighed.

Kimberly grinned. “You’ll get it. But not yet. Not while they’re both still fighting for the throne.” She paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “But right now? I’m leaning toward Dorian. That car, though… It’s got luxury written all over it.”

“I’m not so sure,” Jory cut in from the front seat, his eyes focused on the road. “Direstone’s pack is rising fast. Their wealth is growing. Thorne

might have more than you think.”

Kimberly rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “So what? He wouldn’t spend that money on Elara. He didn’t even pay for the ransom when she was

kidnapped.”

My stomach tightened. “Jory, do you think Thorne is the better choice?”

Jory didn’t even hesitate. “Personal feelings aside, Thorne’s reliable. He’s a werewolf. He’s Alpha material. The other guy? Not so much.”

1 blinked, surprised by how fondly he spoke of Thorne. But then, something clicked in my mind.

“Jory… has Thorne ever asked you for your blood?” I asked, keeping my voice casual, but my heart pounded.

“No. And I won’t give it to him unless you tell me to. I’m loyal to you, Gamma Elara,” Jory replied. His tone was unwavering, full of respect.

I couldn’t help but smile, even though the weight of the situation hung over me. “I’m not your Gamma anymore. You’re a King now.”

“You’ll always be my Gamma in my heart,” he said with a slight grin.

Kimberly patted my shoulder. “Whether or not you make Thorne the Werewolf King, it’s your decision. They both know it. And that’s why they’re fighting so hard for you–not just for you as their mate, but for the power you represent.”

I was silent. Her words lingered in the air, filling the space between us.

But, deep down, I knew what it came down to. I was torn, caught between two powerful forces, and neither was willing to back down. My

wolf could feel it, too. She was restless.

The day passed, and by the time we entered Blood Moon Pack’s territory, dawn was breaking over the mountains. I looked out the window as the landscape unfolded before us, a sense of nostalgia flooding my heart.

The green peaks rose in the distance, their silhouettes framed against the pale sky. A rich, earthy scent filled the air, reminding me of the

forests that had once been home.

Kimberly gasped beside me. “This place is incredible!”

I smiled softly. “It’s home. And Jory’s, too.”

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