His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Vessa’s POV

“You think I left Cael? Hell no!” Vessa’s voice cut through the air, sharp and bitter. “That bastard dumped me.”

She paused for a second, her gaze softening just slightly. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that: I know he’s your brother… didn’t mean to offend you.”

Elara just blinked, shaking her head. “No offense take

s a jerk, and you’ve got every right to say it

But the words didn’t sit right with Elara. She was trying to piece together the events. Cael had said everything had dinner the night before, kissed each other goodnight. So why was Vessa so furious?

Elara didn’t hold back. “How exactly did he dump you?”

asked, her voice calm but intrigued.

was

fine between them–hell, they’d even

Vessa flopped down onto the mattress like she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Her frustration was written all over her face. “We were having dinner, right? Out of nowhere, he says he’s not happy with where we’re at and wants to end it. And I get it–we were never exclusive. I know he’s a playboy. But the way he said it…” She shook her head. “It was like he was the damn boss, telling me what he’d decided. No care for what I thought. Ugh, what a prick!”

Her fist came down hard on the mattress. “I should’ve punched him right there.”

Elara, who had been standing at the foot of the bed, walked over and sat down beside her. “I think you the face. Make it a good one–knock out some teeth, break his nose.”

should,” she said, almost smiling. “Punch him in

Vessa stared at her for a moment, wide–eyed. “Wait a second,” she said slowly. “You’re talking about your brother here, right?”

“Exactly,” Elara replied, unfazed. “But so what? I hate those kind of guys, too. One minute, they’re telling you you’re ‘the one,‘ and the next? They turn their backs without a second thought. It’s disgusting.”

Thorne, who had been standing quietly in the corner, shifted uncomfortably. He could feel the tension building around him and could tell the conversation was starting to include him.

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“I know!” Vessa shouted, her face lighting up with agreement. “If you didn’t mean those words, then why the hell say them in the first place? Men- always full of bullshit.”

“Which is why I think you should go back and give him a piece of your mind,” Elara said, nodding firmly. “Why should you be the one to walk away? Go back there, barge in, and give him a slap. Trust me, it’ll feel good.”/

Vessa hesitated. “Wait a second. You’re not trying to get me back together with him, are you?”

Elara’s expression turned serious. “No. Of course not. I’ll even wall

you out after you vent your anger. But you have to do it, Vessa. It’s for you, not him.”

Vessa took a breath, as if considering everything, and then let out a frustrated groan. “You’re right. I should do it. Screw him. He’s the jerk, not me.”

She suddenly pulled Elara into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re back. I’ve had no one to talk to. I should’ve been at the front gate, welcoming you, but instead, I’ve been stuck dealing with that idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Elara said, patting her shoulder. “After you deal with this, we can have our own little celebration.”

They both stood up, ready to leave. But just as they reached the door. Thorne grabbed Elara’s arm. She turned to face him, her expression a little more guarded now.

“The ‘Judas‘ men…” Thorne murmured, his voice low, “Were you talking about me specifically?”

Elara snorted, but there was no humor in it/“What do you think?”

He swallowed, his voice tight. “I think you were.”

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Chapter 185

Elara raised an eyebrow, meeting his eyes. “And if I was? What are you going to do about it? Apologize? Try to explain? You think sweet word, die goin fix this? We’ve passed that point, Thome.”

Thorne leaned in closer, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “How about this?” he said, his voice rough. “You told Vessa to hit Cael. You could do the same to me. I won’t dodge; not a single punch. You can go as hard as you want. I’ll take it.”

Elara’s skin prickled at the proximity. Her heart hammered in her chest. But she shut down the reaction before it could overwhelm her. She didn’t need

this.

“No,” she said, her tone cold, “What you did to me nearly destroyed me. So no, a few punches won’t fix a damn thing.”

She shoved him away, her pulse quickening as she marched out of the apartment, taking long, determined strides.

By the time they returned to the packhouse, the evening was settling into dusk.

Cael was in the dining hall, supervising the staff who were setting up for the night’s dinner. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot, the aftermath of a heavy hangover still hanging over him.

But when he saw Vessa walk into the room with Elara and Thorne, his face went white. He rushed forward, his voice a mix of confusion and frustration. “Vessa! Where the hell have you–”

SLAP!

The sharp sound of skin meeting skin rang out, freezing everyone in the room.

Vessa’s hand was still raised, her face flushed with fury. The slap had landed with a resounding impact, leaving Cael momentarily speechless, his cheek already turning red.

“You bastard!” Vessa’s voice was a low growl, her fists clenched. “You think you can just walk away from me like that? You really believe you can do better? You’re wrong, Cael! Nobody–nobody–wants a dickhead like you.”

Cael’s jaw tightened. “Wait a second-”

“Fuck you!” Vessa interrupted, her voice louder now, the anger boiling over. “You want to screw around? Go ahead. But at least wear a condom next

time!”

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