His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Elara’s POV

“You think this is any of your business?”

Wendy snapped the words at me, her eyes sharp with annoyance, as she rolled her eyes dramatically.

“The rule’s there for a reason, alright? Just follow it and stop asking pointless questions.”

She sneered at me, her gaze cutting through the air before she

With a final glare, Wendy stormed out, muttering under h “coffed. “I’ll go get you a maid’s uniform. You can’t wear that, not here.”

breath.

I didn’t even bother to look at her as she left. Instead, I focused on

It was obvious. Lance owned this place. He must’ve been the one What was so secretive about the west corridor that Lance didn’t I want

paper in my hand. The West corridor on the… what floor?

make the rules. But what was so important in that part of the castle?

anyone to see?

I tucked that thought away, a burning curiosity lighting up inside me. I would find out, eventually.

A few moments later, Wendy returned, holding a maid’s uniform in her hands.

“Here. Get changed.”

She threw the clothes on the floor, and I had no choice but to pull them on. The fabric scratched at my skin, the material rough and uncomfortable.

I shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of my neck. Wendy didn’t miss a thing.

“You can’t even stand those clothes, can you?” she snickered. “Too bad. It’s the only thing you’ll ever wear here. Oh, wait-”

She stopped mid–sentence, her eyes falling on something that had slipped out from my collar.

“What’s this?” she gasped, her voice filled with fake surprise.

I looked down at the small golden locket in my hand.

“A gift, Tanswered, my voice flat..

It was from Cael. He’d given it to me before I left for the Direstone Pack training.

Wendy’s gaze flickered, a flicker of greed crossing her face for just a second before she straightened up.

“You can’t wear this here,” she snapped. “It’s against the rules.”

She reached for it, hand outstretched.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see that rule on any walls.”

“This is a convention!” she hissed, her voice trembling slightly. “Maids aren’t allowed to wear expensive jewelry around the masters. Hand it

over.”

I gripped the locket tighter, watching as her fingers twitched, impatient.

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“It’s mine,” I said quietly, my voice hard.

Her eyes widened slightly, a look of fear creeping in as my fingers tightened around the delicate chain.

“Are we going to have a problem?” I asked, my gaze never leaving hers.

Her breath caught, and she stuttered, “No… no problem at all. I’m sorry”

I let go of her hand, watching as she pulled it back sharply, then shrugged. “Fine. So what’s next?”

Wendy gave me a forced smile, her voice all business again. “Dinner first. Then I’ll assign you to your room. This way”

We walked down the hallway, the walls echoing with our footsteps, until we reached the dining hall.

It wasn’t anything like the place upstairs where the masters ate. This one was dark, damp, and small–ho windows. The tables and chairs were covered in a layer of grime, as if no one had bothered to clean the place in years.

The smell hit me as soon as I stepped inside. It was like a mix of stale food and dust, with a hint of something foul underneath.

I grabbed a tray and joined the line, already feeling the glares of the other maids on me. But I ignored them. When it was my turn, the chef glanced at me, then slid a bowl of soup across the counter.

I raised an eyebrow. Soup? For dinner?

I glanced around. The others were getting cold sandwiches. What was going on here?

“Problem?” the chef growled.

1 stared down at the soupy mess in the bowl. It was brown and murky. “Not exactly what I was expecting,” I muttered.

“Then starve,” he snarled back. “Take it or leave it.”

I wasn’t about to argue, so I grabbed the bowl and walked away.

The other maids watched as I sat down in the farthest corner, trying to ignore their jeers and whispers. I took a sip, nearly choking on it.

The soup tasted like rotten eggs mixed with dirt. I quickly set the bowl down, pushing it aside.

This was disgusting.

Wendy came up a few moments later, her eyes falling on the untouched bowl. She giggled as she walked closer.

“You don’t like your meal?” she taunted.

“You mean slop?” I shot back coldly.

She smirked, the sound of her voice venomous. Watch your tongue. You’re lucky we’re even feeding you. Don’t make me regret it. You’re the one who’ll suffer if you pass out tomorrow in front of the masters.”

With a dismissive wave, she tossed me a key!

“Here. Your room key. B13. Tomorrow, be up at 5:00 a.m. Don’t be late.”

She turned and walked off without another word, leaving me staring after her.

I didn’t want to sit there any longer, so I stood up and left the dining hall, heading down the hallway in search of room B13.

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But after searching for what felt like forever, I still couldn’t find it. I stopped several people, asking for directions, but no one would even look at me, let alone speak.

The halls were empty now, the maids having already gone to their rooms. I kept walking, frustration bubbling up inside of me.

Finally, just as the lights in the hallway were about to flicker out, I found it..

B13. But it wasn’t really a room at all. It was a utility closet–small, cramped, with a musty smell hanging in the air.

The door had a small, handwritten sign on it, and I was sure I hadn’t seen it before. It was almost as if they had put it there just for me.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding that there wasn’t even enough space for me to lie flat on the floor.

No bed. Just a crumpled, dirty blanket thrown on the floor.

I grabbed it, disgusted, and sniffed it. It smelled like it had been used to mop the bathroom floor.

My rage flared.

I turned, storming back down the hallway until I found Wendy’s dorm room.

I pounded on the door.

“Come out,” I snarled.

The door cracked open, and Wendy peered out at me cautiously.

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