His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 7

Elara’s POV

“Let’s take this outside. I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

The room went silent.

I didn’t yell. I didn’t even raise my voice. But the challenge in my words had enough weight to silence every whisper around the conference table.

Garron scoffed from across the room. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“No, replied calmly, arms folded across my chest. “I think you’re afraid of being proven wrong.”

The day had started with tension so thick you could slice it with a dagger. Word of last night’s… jewel storm had traveled faster than a rogue on a fresh trail. By the time the first meeting began, everyone in the hotel knew what had happened.

And Miela? She was practically torn apart by jewel–hungry guests. No shoes, ripped dress, messy hair–she looked like a woman who’d lost a war.

But today wasn’t about Miela.

Today was about proving that I belonged here.

The meeting hall was full of chatter when Thorne walked in with his pack. Conversations dipped, subtle glances were exchanged. F

about Miela’s humiliation.

had heard

But no one dared say anything to his face. Thorne was still the Alpha of the third–largest pack in the world. Few were brave enough–or foolish enough- to poke that bear.

He looked tired. More than tired. Drained. As if the night before had stretched into a headache that still hadn’t ended. He rubbed his temple and sank into his seat at the large U–shaped table at the front of the room.

I stayed hidden until the last second.

The doors burst open, and Cael entered with the confidence of a man who had nothing to prove–and me, walking quietly behind him.

Eyes snapped toward us. Conversations stopped mid–breath.

I could practically hear the confusion: What is she doing here?

I walked beside Cael and sat directly next to him. Calm. Collected. As though I’d been at Alpha council meetings my whole life.

The moment of confusion was interrupted by the bark of a voice I recognized all tog well.

Garron.

Thorne’s Gamma.

He stood, pointing directly at me like I was a threat in his territory. “This is a private meeting. Why is she here?”

The air tensed.

“Because she belongs here,” Cael said smoothly.

Garron scoffed. “With all due respect, Alpha, ‘sleeping with someone doesn’t make them qualified.”

A few gasps rippled. Even for Garron, that was bold.

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Chapter 7

Cael raised a brow. “My bimbo, is it?”

Garron doubled down. “We all know how this works. She’s not a warrior. She’s a distraction.”

Eden–Cael’s Beta–slammed a fist against the table. “Watch your mouth.”

“She’s your Alpha. Not mine,” Garron growled.

“Enough,” Thorne said coldly. “We won’t resolve anything like this. But Garron does have a point. Only officers are allowed in this room. She doesn’t qualify.”

A strange feeling curled in my chest. Thorne wasn’t even hiding it anymore. He wanted me gone.

Cael leaned back in his chair and smiled at me like he already knew how this would play out.

“Actually,” he said lazily, “you’re wrong.”

He nodded toward Eden.

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Eden stood. “This is Elara Manning, Gamma of Blood Moon Pack.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop.

The idea of a female Gamma was almost unheard of. But a woman–someone they thought was weak? One who’d once served tea without complaint?

Their jaws hit the floor.

Garron laughed bitterly. “Her? Gamma? Are you all insane?”

“She earned it,” Cael said.

“She used to be Thorne’s Luna,” Garron hissed. “I watched her get smacked around by her own brother. Now she’s suddenly warrior material?”

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