His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Elara’s POV

“Ten minutes late. Of course,” Garron muttered, loud enough for everyone around him to hear. His fingers tapped an angry rhythm on his bicep like he was trying to drill a hole in his own arm.

I hadn’t even entered the field yet, and I could already feel the heat of his irritation from across the training grounds.

The morning bell had rung just minutes ago, and now over five hundred soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder on the open field. Each wore their pack’s crest, radiating strength and discipline. The Gammas of the five largest packs were already assembled up front–except me.

Garron huffed beside Bex, his voice thick with disdain. “If she were in my pack, I would’ve kicked her ass out by now. This is training, not a tea party.”

Bex–tall, graceful, and always a little too composed for a warrior–just chuckled under his breath. “Funny. I thought we were here to build alliances, not fragile egos.”

Garron turned to him with a scowl, but Bex simply offered a lopsided grin in return.

It was then that the iron gates behind them creaked open.

Thorne and Cael stepped through first, leading the way toward the platform. Their confident strides stole the attention of everyone in the field–at least until I followed behind them.

Every head turned.

My boots thudded quietly against the packed soil as I entered, clad in a fitted black tank and athletic skirt. My high ponytail swayed with each step. No jewelry. No armor. Just my badge pinned to my chest and enough focus in my stride to silence the whispers.

“Gamma on deck,” someone muttered from the front row. A few others nodded.

The crowd didn’t part for me. It bent.

I reached the stage and barely had time to glance around before Garron’s voice rang out.

“Gamma Elara,” he barked, sarcasm dripping from my title. “You’re late. Enlighten us. Was there a fashion emergency, or were you simply lost?”

I didn’t bother responding to the insult. Instead, I pulled a gleaming silver badge from my pocket and held it up between my fingers.

“For you, Gamma Garron.”

His brows scrunched. “What the hell is this?”

“The brooch you forgot,” I replied, voice even. “We agreed every Gamma would wear one during training. It was covered in yesterday’s briefing, though I can understand why that detail might’ve slipped your mind.”

Bex didn’t even try to hide his laughter. “Elara covering for the pack that supposedly leads us? That’s rich.”

Several nearby soldiers chuckled. Garron’s face flamed, and he looked like he might burst a blood vessel. Still, he snatched the brooch from my hand and muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

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Chapter 25

Thorne cleared his throat. “Let’s move forward. We’re not here to squabble.”

He gestured to Beta Myles, who stepped forward to explain the logistics.

“We’ve allocated five training grounds for the united session. One is fully equipped–the other four, less so. The question is: who gets the main field?”

Predictably, Garron stepped up first.

“Obviously, Direstone Keep keeps it. This is our pack, our land. Don’t forget you’re guests here.”

The other Gammas weren’t impressed. Gamma Jeff, tall and built like a tank, crossed his arms. “Hospitality must be a dying virtue in your territory.”

Gamma Steven chimed in. “We were invited. And I didn’t haul my men across the region to be treated like strays.”

I raised my hand and waited until the chatter died down. Then I spoke, calm and direct.

“Why not compete for it?”

Bex raised a brow. “Compete?”

“Yes. Each week, we draw a challenge. The winning pack uses the best field until the next challenge. It’s fair. It’s motivating. And it avoids this exact argument repeating every Monday.”

There were a few murmurs of agreement.

Garron looked like he wanted to protest, but Thorne beat him to it. “We’ll do it. First challenge starts today.”

And just like that, the decision was made. The first test? Hunting. Classic, primal, and practical. Each Gamma would lead a two–person team deep into the mountain. At sunset, whoever returned with the highest number of clean kills would win the field for the week.

I selected Jory–my golden retriever of a soldier–and Vessa, who needed no introduction. Fierce, loyal, and absolutely

unshakeable.

Garron’s eyes twitched as he picked Bobbie and Triss, both well–known for their size but not necessarily their strategy.

We were each handed a rough map and a flare gun.

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