His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Elara’s POV

My heart hammered in my chest.

The scent of shampoo and something earthy, like fresh pine, filled my senses as he drew closer. His presence was intoxicating–my wolf’s quiet purr almost begging me to give in.

But I wasn’t about to let my instincts control me. Not this time.

“Do you want to fuck?” I asked, bluntly cutting through the tension between us.

Doriah froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then, to my surprise, he burst into laughter. “You just made me love you even more,

I narrowed my eyes, trying to read him. “Do you? Or do you not?”

Elara.”

He grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I do. But let me put it this way: I want to please you. In bed. Physically and emotionally. In a way that’s loving, respectful–and maybe a little rough around the edges.”

He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering a little too long “How does that sound? Better?”

I shrugged, trying to act indifferent. “Sounds no different to me.”

Dorian chuckled, leaning back in his chair as if he had all the time in the world. “Then what do you propose, my lady? I’ll do anything you

ask.”

I didn’t trust him. Not fully. There was something about him–something hidden beneath that charming smile.

“I don’t even know you,” I said, leaning back and crossing my arms. “How about we take it slow? Get to know each other a little better?”

I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he was hiding something–something big. I needed to find out more about him, figure out if he was

friend or foe.

Dorian leaned in slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Old–fashioned, huh? I like that.”

He relaxed into his seat, his legs crossed, hands propped behind him, clearly unfazed. “So, what do you want to know?”

I met his gaze, my tone turning serious. “Who are

His smile didn’t falter. “Dorian Lawson,” he said casually, as if that name alone should be enough.

I felt a knot form in my stomach.

So he was going to keep lying to me. Fine. I’d give him one last chance. “Why did you come to the city of Grace Ruin? Why pledge loyalty to

Lance? And why serve in Kimberly’s troops?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “That’s a lot of questions.”

“You said you’d answer anything I asked,” I pointed out.

He hesitated, rubbing his chin as he considered his words. After a pause, he finally spoke. “To answer your second question first, no, my loyalty isn’t with Lance. It’s with my people. My people only.”

“My people?” I repeated, pushing for more. “Who are they?”

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I was trying to figure him out. Was he an Alpha of a smaller pack? Maybe that’s why I hadn’t heard of him before. But Dorian only responded with a cryptic smile.

“Yes, my people… the ones under my reign.”

That was a load of crap.

I pressed on, not satisfied. “Why did you come to this city in the first place? You said you wanted to stay in the middle of the chaos… But what’s your real agenda?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Anyone with eyes can see there’s a war brewing. But this one… this one’s different. If someone doesn’t step in soon, the balanced of this world will be lost. Permanently.”

I eyed him warily, my skepticism growing. “So, you think you can stop this war? You, a rogue soldier?”

He laughed again, the sound light and carefree. “A little guy can have dreams, can’t he?”

I crossed my arms, more irritated now. “Sounds more like narcissism.”

He grinned. “Sure. But maybe I was talking about your ex, Alpha Thorne. Maybe he’s t the one who’s going to save the world, not me. You came to this city to take him down, didn’t you? That was the plan, wasn’t it? Until he lost his mind and started working with the bad guys.”

I bristled at the mention of Thorne. I didn’t want to talk about him, not with Dorian.

So I changed the subject, my voice cutting through the tension. “Mind if I ask a few questions of my own?”

Dorian leaned forward, his smile widening. “What? Go ahead.”

His grin was like a challenge, and I knew exactly what he was about to ask.

“Since your ex is one of the bad guys now,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “…What are the chances of you getting back together with

him?”

My stomach tightened. He was crossing a line I’d already warned him about.

I let out a sharp breath, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not answering that.”

Dorian raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “I thought this

was a must–answer kind of situation.”

“Not when it involves him,” I snapped, looking away. I couldn’t let him dig any deeper. Not with Thorne. Not now.

Dorian leaned back, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Alright, then. I guess you’re not happy with my answers tonight. Does that mean I still have a chance to take you to bed?”

Despite my wolf’s desperate desire, I shook my head, the words leaving my mouth colder than I intended. “No.”

Dorian’s smile didn’t falter. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. Then, in one swift move, he scooped me up from the couch, his grip strong and unyielding.

I gasped, struggling against him. “What the hell are you doing?”

His arms were like iron, holding me tightly no matter how hard I pushed against him.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice calm as ever.

Before I knew it, we were at the bed. He gently laid me down, his eyes never leaving mine. “Get some rest,” he said, the words surprisingly

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tender. “Do you want me to tuck you in?”

I glared at him, my heart still pounding. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His smile softened, and there was a glint of something darker behind it. “If you keep staring at me like that, I might just climb into bed with you.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the heat that

rising in my chest. “You’re taking the couch, right?”

He nodded, not missing a beat. “Yeah. Can’t let

you sleep on the couch.”

He yawned, stretched again, and walked back to the couch. “Good night,” he said, turning off the light.

The room plunged into darkness, and I wrapped the sheets around myself, trying to steady my racing thoughts. What the hell was I supposed

to make of him?

Thorne had always been hard to read, but Dorian? He was a whole other level of mystery. Dangerous. And more charming than I cared to

admit.

I couldn’t figure him out. And that scared me more than I wanted to admit.

When I woke up, the morning light streamed through the window. For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling, disoriented. Then it hit me.

What time was it?

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