His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Cast Out by My Luna?

Chapter 183: Cast Out by My Luna?

(Olivia’s POV)

Theodore continued, “I won’t let you down again.”

As his words fell, a flood of reporters surged in, their cameras flashing incessantly. The bright lights blinded me momentarily, and I raised my hand to shield my eyes.

Then I saw him. Matthew Kane stood behind the crowd of reporters, his tall frame unmistakable even in the

chaos.

My heart lurched. For the sake of his political career, I couldn’t let this scandal touch him.

I forcefully pulled my hand free from Theodore’s grip and took a step back. “How could I possibly leave my mate?” I declared, my voice firm and clear enough for every microphone to catch. “Alpha Redgrave, you’re

overthinking it.”

Without another glance at Theodore, I turned and walked towards Matthew. He stood silently behind the crowd, his golden eyes fixed on mine.

The reporters parted to let me through, their cameras tracking my every movement. I reached Matthew and confidently linked my arm with his.

The cameras turned on us immediately, capturing the moment as whispers erupted among the press.

“So it’s the ex–mate who can’t let go,” one reporter commented.

“The Alpha King and his Luna seem very much in love,” another added.

Seizing the moment, Gamma Joric Slate stepped forward from behind Matthew. “Alpha King, let’s go home.”

I held onto Matthew’s arm as we walked into the lobby, leaving the reporters blocked by pack enforcers who

had materialized from nowhere.

As we passed Theodore, he reached out desperately. “Olivia…”

Before his fingers could touch me, Matthew pulled me protectively into his embrace. His arm wrapped around my waist, solid and reassuring.

Matthew shot a cold, dismissive glance at Theodore before guiding me into the elevator.

Nora entered behind us, cradling Aurora in her arms. The baby slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos

outside.

Gamma Slate stood guard at the elevator entrance, his imposing frame blocking Theodore from following.

“Alpha Redgrave, this entire floor is occupied by only you and our King,” Gamma Slate said with pointed sarcasm. His voice carried a mocking edge. “For the safety of our King and his Luna, you’ve been very

thoughtful.”

He gestured toward the other elevator before pressing the close button.

Theodore’s eyes met mine through the narrowing gap, fury blazing in their depths. “Matthew Kane!” he roared, slamming his fist against the wall.

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The elevator doors Glid shut with a soft ding

Inside my apartment, Gamma Slate and Flors left quietly, taking Aurore to the nursery. The sterics that followed felt heavy and suffocating

Matthew stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back.

*Is there any water?” he asked, breaking the quiet.

I quickly poured a glass from the kitchen and handed it to him. My fingers brushed his as he took the cup.

I watched his long, elegant fingers close around the glass. His throat moved as he drank, and I found myself staring.

“I’ll stay for half an hour, then we’ll leave, he said, placing the cup down on the coffee table. You can go about your business”

I nodded quietly, but then panic struck. My laptop was still open on the dining table, its screen visible from where he sat.

I hurried over and shut it quickly, unable to focus with his overpowering presence filling the room.

Suddenly, Matthew spoke again. “Is this for dinner?”

He was looking at the pizza box Theodore had brought earlier. The cardboard container sat innocuously on

the counter.

“No,” I said, trying to put it away.

But he had already reached over and opened it. The message written in sauce was clearly visible: Mom, I love you. From Dad and Leo.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Leo’s homework?” Matthew asked mildly, his gaze meeting mine.

There was something unreadable in his expression. “Aren’t you going to try some?”

An unsettling feeling washed over me. He seemed angry, yet his expression was unnervingly calm, making

him impossible to read.

“I’ll go cut it,” I offered, reaching for the box.

Matthew caught my hand before I could touch it. With a firm pull, he drew me into his lap.

I should have refused. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t.

“Let Matilda continue to stay with you,” he said softly, his breath warm against my ear.

“And don’t eat junk food. You’ve lost so much weight.”

His words of concern made my emotional defenses crumble. The careful walls I’d built around

began to c***k.

my

heart

“This incident,” I began, my voice trembling slightly. “Can you handle it?”

He looked at me, and I caught a hint of relief in his eyes from my question.

“No,” he answered honestly.

The simple, word hit me like a physical blow. “Will it affect your territories in Europe?” I pressed.

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Ghapter 183 Dani Doy by Xigrat

He explained that because he was young but his territories were growing rapidly, he

various alphas. His opponents would use increasingly ruthless methods to stop his expansion-

As he spoke, his hand gently adjusted the hem of my dress. The simple gesture made me forget to protest

I realized I couldn’t let him be affected by my mess. Not when he had so much at stake,

1. I began, my gaze locking with his. “I can’t let you move in, but I can cooperate with you

1 rationalized that it was only for twenty–five days. Just twenty–five days of pretending.

Remembering my own past regrets of sacrificing my career for Theodore, I urged him, “When an opportunity comes, you have to seize it so you won’t have regrets.”

Matthew looked at me, a hint of admiration flickering in his golden eyes. “Okay,” he agreed.

He brought up Matilda again, insisting she stay with me for protection.

I opened my mouth to refuse, but suddenly, a sharp pain seized my abdomen. I gasped, my face turning pale as I collapsed against his chest.

The pain was intense, radiating through my lower body.

Matthew immediately held me tighter, his hand resting on my lower stomach. “To the pack infirmary?” he

asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“No, don’t, it’s…” I gasped, trying to pull his hand away.

He ignored my protests, scooping me into his arms effortlessly. “You’re not allowed to eat randomly outside anymore,” he said sternly. “Matilda must come tomorrow.”

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