His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 19

Elara’s POV

“G–Gamma?”

Orik’s voice cracked like a kid who’d just been smacked with reality.

“No,” Corla snapped, her voice pitching into disbelief, “you’ve got to be joking.”

She looked at me as if I’d grown two heads.

“You? Gamma? Of Blood Moon?” she barked out a laugh so sharp it felt like a slap. “Did you hit your head too hard when you got kidnapped? A limp noodle like you leading soldiers? Don’t make me laugh.”

I just stood there with a calm smile, letting her sputter and stew. It was funny–how much she still needed to believe I was weak. That belief protected her from the truth.

“You used to cry when Olive shoved you,” she continued, eyes wide with mocking disbelief. “And now

preteriding to be someone?”

“You can’t be serious.” Ruvan’s voice cut through. He looked at Cael, fury bubbling under his fake civility. “We already have a Gamma in Direstone Keep. Garron. Heard of him? So unless you’ve got a death wish, stop throwing titles around like confetti just because you drive a shiny car.”

Cael’s brow arched with cool amusement.

Then he laughed.

Loudly.

“What’s so funny, boy?” Corla snapped, clearly offended.

Before Cael could answer, Vessa stormed forward. She shoved her way between Cael and the Diaz clan with eyes blazing.

“Open those crusty eyes and take a good look, you overfed toad,” she snarled. “That’s Alpha Cael of Blood Moon Pack. You insulted both him and our Gamma–and trust me, you won’t walk away untouched if you do it again.”

The color drained from the Diaz family’s faces all at once.

Blood Moon Pack. The name hit them like a slap.

Even Mieta tooked like her soul just evacuated her body.

Ruvan swallowed hard. Orik fumbled a step back and tripped over a root, landing flat on his ass with a thud.

“Alpha Thorne…” Cael’s voice turned cold. “I wasn’t aware that your citizens enjoy spitting on their guests. If this is the welcome your allies get, perhaps

BloodMoon should reconsider its involvement.”

Thorne’s jaw clenched. He said nothing.

“Permission to shred them, Gamma?” Vessa asked, fists already curled, soldiers shifting behind her like a rising wave of fury.

Cael’s troops immediately dropped into combat/stance. Muscles tensed. Eyes gleamed with readiness.

Orik screamed like a toddler, crawling backward on all fours.

“No, no, no–please! Gamma! You’re amazing! I was just–just testing you!” His voice shook as he groveled, “Spare me, I beg you!”

I stared down at him with a tight smile. Pathetic.

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Chapter 19.

This was the same man who shoved me in front of a furious husband once just to save his own cowardly hide. I still had the scar on my scalp.

Thorne snapped, his tone sharp. “Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, control your son.”

Ruvan yanked Orik up by the collar. “Sorry, sorry,” he muttered. “He panicked. But your Gamma overreacted-”

I cut him off, voice ice–cold. “I have every right to react to a threat. Speak again, and I’ll consider you one.”

Thorne looked at me and exhaled through his nose, trying for diplomacy. “Elara… we’re not here to start a war on day one. Let’s not escalate things.”

He always said that.

Whenever they slapped me, insulted me, used me, he told me not to make a scene. He never said anything to them–only to me.

But I wasn’t that Elara anymore.

Still, I raised a hand, and my soldiers stood down without hesitation.

“I’ll let it go,” I said coolly. “For now.”

Cael glanced at the sun. “It’s late. Let’s get to the lodging site. My people need rest.”

“Of course,” Thorne said, gesturing to his Beta. “Myles will guide you to the central plaza.”

Miela pulled out the fake sweetness. “I’ll stay here with my family for a while.”

Thorne didn’t even blink. He just nodded and turned away.

Once the troops rolled out, the moment they were out of earshot, Corla whipped around and screamed, “You knew she word?!”

“I thought I could handle her!” Miela cried. “I thought I could make her disappear again!”

Corla grabbed Miela’s arms. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll fix this.”

was alive? And you didn’t say a

Ruvan joined in with a sneer. “She may be Gamma over there, but this is Direstone Keep. We own this place. Let’s remind her.”

Miela wiped away a tear, a malicious smile forming. “What do we do first?”

Corla reached for her phone. “Step one: mess with her accommodations.”

The hotel looked familiar. Of course it did. The Diaz family built it.

Cael, Vessa, and the rest of the Blood Moon officers were escorted to the top floor. Presidential suites, gourmet catering, personal concierges. The usual

treatment.

But I never got my key.

“Excuse me,” I asked the concierge, who had been avoiding eye contact with me for the last ten minutes. “Where’s my room?”

He gave me a fake smile that didn’t reach his eyes,

“Follow me,

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