His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Elara’s POV

I looked at the girl, her body frozen, fear clinging to her like a second skin. She was too scared to breathe, let alone move.

I stood up slowly, as if giving her the space she needed to process the terror she was trapped in. My gaze shifted to Danton.

“Would you care for some wine, General?” I asked with a smile, my voice smooth and calm.

He looked me over with that filthy, greedy gaze of his. “I’ve had plenty already… But sure, pour me another.”

I didn’t want to rush this. Not yet. I needed time–time for the alcohol to numb his senses further, time for the guards outside to lose their focus, to give way to the night’s chaos. The moment had to be right.

I caught Andre’s eye, and he understood. Without a word, he brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses. I opened it, watching the dark liquid spill into the glass, knowing that every drop was a step closer to what needed to happen.

Danton took the glass with a slow grin. “For you, General,” I said, handing it to him with practiced grace. “It’s my pleasure to be here tonight.”

He laughed, his breath thick with the stench of stale wine. “I like you. You know your place. You’re respectful, docile… I like that in a woman.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, forcing me to sit beside him. His breath stung my skin.

“Ever had a taste of man yet?” His voice was a taunt, a challenge, his breath warm against my neck.

I could feel his hand creeping down my back, sending a shiver of disgust through me. My stomach churned, but I forced myself to stay composed. I would have his hand off my body soon enough.

“No, General. You’d be my first,” I replied with a smile, trying to keep the revulsion from my voice. “Please, take it slow. I’m not ready for anything more than this.”

He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he buried his face in the hollow of my neck. “For you, I can be patient,” he muttered. “But after tonight, you’ll never forget me. I’m that good.”

I rolled my eyes inwardly. He was drunk. Perfect.

He slouched back into the couch, throwing his legs out lazily. “Where’s my footstool?”

I froze for a moment, confused, my eyes scanning the room. No footstool in sight.

“Right here, father,” Andre’s voice was quiet, almost mechanical.

What I saw next made my blood run cold.

Without a word, Andre dropped to all fours, his body lowering to the floor in complete submission. He knelt there, offering his back as a resting place for Danton’s feet.

I couldn’t believe it. This humiliation was beyond anything I had imagined. Andre’s eyes were closed, but the tremble in his frame betrayed the depth of his shame.

Danton kicked his legs up. “Lower,” he commanded.

Andre did as told, his body trembling, his face hidden beneath his lashes, the raw humiliation too much to bear. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“Do you know who that is?” Danton’s voice cut through the air, mocking.

I swallowed hard, my voice a whisper. “No, sir. Your servant?”

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Danton chuckled darkly. “The former king’s son. Can you believe it? The former king’s son… as my footstool. Stick with me, my pretty thing, and [‘ll fel you borrow him whenever you like.”

The words stung like a slap, I couldn’t look at Andre anymore. His humiliation was palpable, and it felt like a knife twisting inside me,

“Steady, you idiot!” Danton barked, kicking Andre’s side.

Andre steadied himself, keeping his head down, every bit the broken servant Danton had reduced him to.

Danton’s gaze shifted, catching sight of the girl in the corner. “What the hell are you doing over there? Come join us!”

The girl trembled as she slid toward him, her body jerking

each movement.

“No…no…” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “It to…”

Danton snarled. “Fucking whore!”

He shoved me, hard. “Go get her! Drag her here if you have to!”

I stood up slowly, my muscles tense. But as I passed by the door, I paused. The noise outside–the laughter, the shouting–had died down. It was time. I couldn’t wait much longer.

I crouched down in front of the girl, my voice low and gentle. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“D–Dora,” she whispered, eyes wide with fear.

“Dora.” I smiled softly, keeping my voice calm. “Come on. Serve the general. We wouldn’t want him to get upset, would we?”

She hesitated, teary–eyed, but I saw something shift in her. A spark of defiance, a glimmer of hope.

I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper, “Remember what I told you. Be brave.”

Her eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw her breathe a little easier. She nodded.

I took her hand, lifting her to her feet. This time, she didn’t pull away. She let me guide her back to Danton.

“General,” Dora stammered, her voice trembling.

Danton’s eyes flashed with impatience. “What’s that face for? Don’t tell

me

e you’re scared to be here. It’s a great honour, you know?”

“General, I–I have a fiancé… I’m engaged…” Her voice faltered.

“Fuck your fiancé,” Danton growled. “You’d be a fool not to take the chance to be with me.”

He yanked her arm, forcing her to her knees. I could see the fight draining out of her, her tears spilling over as she struggled beneath his grip.

I wanted to lash out. To scream. To end this now.

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