His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Elara’s POV

I watched him, Andre, swirling the champagne glass in his hand, his eyes distant. The party around him buzzed, but he seemed to be tuning it all out. My heart skipped a beat as approached him, my steps light, trying not to draw attention. I moved closer, and as I did, I gave him a little nudge, my shoulder brushing against his. He finched, his grip faltering as the champagne spilled down the front of his white shirt.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, sint I blurted, the words tumbling out in a rush. couldn’t help but panic. “Are you alright?” I quickly looked up, searching his face.

Andre’s hand trembled for a split second, the mess on his shit going unnoticed in the midst of his shock. Then, his gaze snapped to mine, his angry scowl softening into something… unexpected.

I could see it in his eyes: recognition. Or rather, the absence of it. He didn’t know who I was,

His lips curled into a prin as his eyes gleamed with a touch of amusement. “Don’t worry about it, mess,” he said smoothly, his voice calm but edged with charm. “Besides, I’m sure there are plenty of men here who’d love a pretty lady like you bumping into them.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, a flicker of relief escaping me. “You’re too kind,” I said, fluttering my lashes in a playful gesture. “Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief “How about a dance?”

Without waiting for a response, his hand was extended toward me. I hesitated only for a heartbeat before slipping my hand into his

Together, we glided onto the dance floor, the smooth waltz melody filling the room. The floor beneath us seemed to pulse with the rhythm, and couples swirled gracefully around us.

I had to admit, Andre moved with surprising esse–his dance steps smooth, precise, and confident. Each turn, each dip felt like it belonged, as though this moment had been choreographed to perfection. But none of that mattered to me. My gaze wandered, scanning the edges of the dance floor.

There. Guards. Watching us.

I swallowed, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The guards were too close for comfort. If I didn’t make my move now, it would be too late.

“What’s wrong?” Andre’s voice brought me back to the present, his brow furrowing as he noticed my distracted state. “You don’t seem to be enjoying this much. Did I step on your feet?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, not at all,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just… a lot on my mind.”

My heart raced. This was it. My chance. I leaned in slightly, letting the words slip out in a whisper just for his ears.

Do you know whom?”

Andre’s eyes narrowed, confusion flitting across his face. Then, he chuckled, the sound dry and amused. “I don’t. But then again, isn’t that the point of a masquerade ball? Should I know you?”

His words felt like a jolt, a sharp reminder of the masks we all wore in this world. But I didn’t have time for games.

We twirled again, my back turning just enough to obscure the guards‘ view. I seized the moment. Slowly, I lifted my mask just slightly–just enough for Andre to see my face.

His eyes widened, a flash of recognition striking him like a bolt of lightning.

“Your” He stumbled over his words, his anger flaring as his gare locked with mine. “You’re Thome’s Gammal What are you doing here?”

“Shh,” I hissed, my voice low and urgent “Keep your voice down. We don’t need the guards catching wind of this.”

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He looked at me, his expression torn between fury and disbelief. “What do you want?”

Tdidn’t hesitate. “I’m here to talk to you, Andre. But we don’t have much time so listen carefully

He shook his head, his eyes Bathing with defiance, “Forget it. We don’t have anything to talk about.”

Before he could pull sway, I gripped his hand and his shoulder firmly, not letting him move. “Heep dancing,” I commanded, my voice steely, unwavering “And listen to me.”

His body stiffened, but after a long, tense pause, he complied. We continued to dance, the soft rhythm of the waltz hiding the tension between us,

“So, what is it you want to say?” Andre asked, the reluctance clear in his tone. “Make it quick. Father will kill me if he sees me talking to you.”

I took a deep breath. There was no more room for pleasantries. “I saw what happened in that alley, Andre: I saw how Danton treated you. And I know it’s not what everyone thinks. He’s not the man you believe him to be.”

Andre’s body went rigid, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and fear. “No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. My father is a great man. He’s always been good to me.”

I let out a frustrated breath: “Stop lying to yourself, Andre! Why are you still protecting him?”

“He’s my father. I have to defend him!” His voice was tight, his words a shield, but his eyes betrayed him.

“Your foster father,” I emphasized, the weight of the truth settling in the space between us. “Danton adopted you to keep an eye on you. You’re not his son. You’re his pawn.”

Andre’s gaze faltered for a split second, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes before he caught himself “How… How do you know about that?” His voice was almost a whisper, the walls he’d built around himself beginning to crack,

“have my sources,” I replied, my grip tightening slightly as I tried to hold him in place. “But that’s not the point. I know you’re trapped, Andre. I know you want out. I’m offering you a way out. Trust me.”

He blinked, looking lost, like a man caught between two worlds. He said nothing for a long moment, and I could feel the tension growing thicker between

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But then he finally spoke, his words cold and hard. “No.”

I stared at him, disbelief flooding my system. “So you’d rather stay with him? Stay trapped in this life of lies and control?”

He sneered, bitterness in his voice. “You’re a Gamma I’m a rogue. We’ll never be on the same side.”

“We have a shared interest,” I said, my voice firm. “Don’t think of me as your enemy for now. We both want out of this. I can help you, Andre.”

But he cut me off sharply. “How? How can you help me? You can’t go to Danton and lecture him on being a father. No one can help me. This is my fate. My destiny.”

I wanted to say something more, but the music ended, the final note hanging in the air as the dance came to an abrupt stop.

Andre’s face hardened as he jerked his hand away from mine, his eyes filled with finality. “That’s it. Don’t talk to me again”

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