His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Triss’s POV

Eknocked three times–hard–before the door cracked open. Gatron’s bloodshot eyes met mine, panic etched on his face. “Get invider Quickt be he his grip strong as he pulled me in, slamming the door behind i

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anger outside was deafening yells, shouts, desperate demands from civilians and journalists, all wondering why Garron wouldn’t face them. He house felt like a prison, darkened by thick curtains and windows sealed shut. Even so, the noise still seeped in, a constant reminder of the stoms brew outside.

“What took you so long?” His voice was raw, hoarse from days of pressure

i stared at him, my expression stone cold. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet you. We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

His eyes widened, disbebel stretching across his features, “What the hell? You–no. You’re joking, right?” He stepped back, eyes darting to the shadows, his body a coiled mess of tension. “You fucking betrayed me, Triss! You handed over my account book to Thorne and that bitch Elara! I trusted you. Thờ– this is how you repay me?”

I could feel the heat of his rage, but it only fueled the ice inside me. “I gave it to them. Voluntarily

His breath hitched, confusion flickering before the anger reignited. “You’re lying. We were in this together, Triss, What did they threaten you? This makes no sense.”

“No, Garron.” I met his eyes, voice steady. “I’m not lying. And we were never a team. You made sure of that when you used my family to control me. You treated me like:

e your fucking slave. You think I didn’t see through that?”

The words hit him hard, like a slap across his face. He froze, his posture tensing, his breath shallow. Then, with a howl, he charged at me, fists raised. The same fists that had hurt me so many times before.

But I wasn’t the same anymore. I wouldn’t take it. Not this time.

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I caught his wrist easily, spinning out of his reach. With a grunt, I shoved him hard, sending him flying into the fireplace. The crash echoed in the silence

that followed.

Garron groaned as he hit the floor, curling into a ball, clutching his ribs. I stood over him, my chest tight but my voice sharp. “You really thought wouldn’t fight back? You’re pathetic. You can’t even face a fucking bear on your own, let alone me. The only thing you had left was my family. Well, guess what, Garron?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You’ve lost that leverage. Now, I could snap your neck barehanded.”

p! Please–my father.”

His breaths were ragged, his face pale, a mixture of panic and fury. “Stop!

I cut him off with a sneer. “Your father wouldn’t hesitate to knock you down a few pegs if he saw you now. And stop using him to guilt trip me. I’ve had

enough.”

I shoved him back down into the corner, watching as his defeated form slumped. “Tell me

why you wanted to meet with me. What is it that you want?”

Garron looked up, no longer the brash, aggressive man I knew. He was a broken shell now, shivering in the comer, eyes wide with fear.

“I can’t face the trials,” he croaked, the words spilling out. “You saw what happened with Lady Miela, The civilians my own people–they bear me

apart.

I stood there, arms crossed, unyielding. “And what do you want me to do about it?”

Garron reached for my pants with trembling hands, desperation thick in his voice “Please, Triss, get me out of here. I’ve get money hidden away. Help me get out of town, and I’ll make it worth your while. I swear.”

The disgust on my face was impossible to hide. “So now you want to run? What about those you hurt? The soldiers who still believed in you? Don’t you owe them something? An apology? Anything?

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Garron scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, “I don’t fucking care about them. I don’t care what they think?

His words were poison, wenom dripping from each syllable. I clenched my first), trying to keep the rage in check. “What about the f The lives you ruined? Don’t you care about any of that?”

He didn’t even flinch. “No, I don’t,” he sheered. “I don’t give a damn about anything anymore, Triss All I care about is getting out. That’s

The utter disregard for everything he had done made my skin crawl, I was ready to walk out, to leave him in his pathetic state, when something caught

my eye.

I pulled the brooch from my shirt, holding it up to his face. The moment he saw it, his eyes went wide.

“What the–7′′

I smirked. “Say hello to your soldiers, Gamos, I’ve been streaming this. Live.”

His face drained of all color as the reality hit him. “No… No, you wouldn’t…”

“You’re wrong, I already did.” I turned the brooch in my fingers, watching as he sank deeper into the corner, realization dawning like a heavy weight

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