His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Elara’s POV

“Did you

ask him to come?” My voice was a harsh whisper, jerking around to face Kimberly, but I couldn’t hide the tremor in my chest.

She shook her head, panic flashing in her eyes. “No, he came on his own.“”

That much was clear. Thorne hadn’t been invito

He’d just… shown up.

Cael tugged at my shirt, his eyes darting toward the window. A silent plea. Get out. Now.

I understood. He wanted me to jump out the window, escape–leave Thorne behind.

But then came the knock. A sharp, hard rap on the door.

“Elara,” Thorne’s cold voice sliced through the silence. “I know you’re awake. Open the door.”

I could feel Kimberly’s silent curse before she even spoke. Her lips moved in frustration as she strode to the closet, flinging open the door with a force that matched her mood.

“Get in,” she ordered, and the sharp urgency in her tone left no room for hesitation.

Cael and Jory exchanged a look, the decision made in an instant. We scrambled into the closet, trying not to make a sound.

I just couldn’t face him.

The door closed behind us, the soft click of it latching muffled by the pounding of my heart. We pressed against the back wall, our faces flush with the door panel, peering out through the tiny crack.

The door to the room opened, and I saw Thorne standing there, his frown darkening as he caught sight of

Kimberly.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Elara?” His voice was clipped, almost threatening.

Kimberly crossed her arms defiantly. “She doesn’t want to see you,” she snapped, the venom in her tone

clear.

Thorne’s gaze turned icy. “Don’t get in the way,” he warned.

Kimberly stepped closer, her voice rising with fury. “Why should she? You’ve had your chance to play, Thorne. It’s no surprise she doesn’t want to see you now.”

The tension in the air crackled. Thorne took a step forward, eyes narrowing. “Tell her to come out. I want to

talk to her.”

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Chapter 142

“She’s asleep,” Kimberly lied, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.

But Thorne didn’t care for lies. He shoved past her into the room, his boots heavy on the floor, “I didn’t invite you in!” Kimberly shouted after him, but it was too late.

He walked into the bedroom, his gaze sharp as he took in the empty bed. His jaw tightened, and he turned back, fury burning in his eyes.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” he said, his voice cold and dangerous. He stalked towards Kimberly, who stood her ground despite the tight fists at her sides. “Where is she?”

“Why do you care?” Kimberly’s voice was laced with bitterness. “You’re the one who walked away, remember?”

A low growl rumbled from Thorne’s throat. “Is that what she told you?” His eyes burned with rage as he glared at Kimberly. “If you help her run from me, I swear I’ll rip your throat out.”

I felt Jory’s breath quicken beside me. My own pulse was thudding in my ears, the fury rising in me, too. How dare he?

He had no right to talk like that. He had been the one to destroy whatever we had, if we’d ever had anything.

The urge to storm out, to shove Thorne back, to confront him, it burned inside me. But then I felt the pressure of Cael’s hand on my wrist. He was holding me back. For my safety.

But then, Thorne’s nostrils flared. He sniffed the air, his eyes scanning the room.

“The scent… it’s familiar,” he muttered, his gaze sharpening.

Kimberly stiffened. “What scent?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“No,” Thorne said slowly, his eyes flicking toward the closet. “Jory. Cael.”

Before anyone could react, he lunged for the closet.

“RUN!” Cael’s voice thundered in my ear, urgent, full of terror.

Everything happened in an instant. Jory shifted into his wolf form with a crash that splintered the closet.

Thorne’s hand reached for me, but Jory was faster. His teeth latched onto my collar, lifting me effortlessly as Thorne’s hand swiped at empty air.

“Get her!” Thorne’s howl ripped through the air as he charged forward.

But Jory was already leaping toward the window. Glass shattered as we plunged into the night, the cold wind slashing my face as we felt.

The ground rushed up to meet us. The Impact was jarring, but we kept moving, Jory’s wolf form poli across the pavement, the forest edge just ahead.

I could hear Kimberly’s frantic cry behind us, her voice fading as we sprinted toward safety

“We won’t make it!” I yelled into the wind; terror clawing at my chest.

Jory’s pace never faltered. He leaped over obstacles, his fur rippling with speed. But in the distance, I heard the unmistakable sound of Thorne’s growl, furious, relentless.

Kimberly had stalled him as long as she could, but Thorne was relentless.

The South Gate was close. We could make it if we just pushed harder.

But then the gates–they were closing.

My heart sank as I saw the soldiers gathered there, the gate slowly grinding to a close.

“No!” I shouted, my voice raw with panic. I had to get through. We had to.

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