His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Chapter 57

“How’s everything going on the Miela ficntiara’s voice was steady, but a touch of concern flickered in her eyes as the followed Prisca inte

Prisca sighed and shut the door with a soft click “Good. It’s a lot of work, trying to keep her out of trouble, but nothing I can’t handia” She paused. walking over to the fridge. “Want something to drink? Water? led tex

“Water will be fine, thanks” Elara

ara settled herself on the couch, her posture relaxed but her mind racing. She was already thinking several “You know, we could always just loss. Miela in jail and let her tot. No need for you to be tangled in her mess anymore.”

Prisca returned with two glasses, setting one in font of Clara before taking a seat beside her. A small, knowing smile curved her lips “No, don’t feel trapped. Actually, Heel like my fire’s been reignited. Can you imagine? Miela, begging for my forgiveness? That thought alone kept me going through some of the darkest moments of my life. T’m living that dream right now, and I won’t let it po

“But Miela doesn’t seem the slightest bit sorry for what she did,” Elara observed, her voice fat, the hint of frustration in her tone.

“Oh, we’ll get there, Slowly,” Prisca replied, shrugging off the discomfort. “I’ve got time.”

Her voice softened, turning reflective. “You know, a lot of the nurses and maids here used to be victims of Miela’s. They’d help me in a heartbeat, get her back on track. But enough about that… what did you need me for today?”

Elara placed her glass on the table and leaned forward, her expression serious “I need your help with something, it’s about a member of the Direstone

Pack… Triss.”

The second Elara spoke the name, she saw it–an almost imperceptible flicker in Prisca’s eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to catch Elara’s attention. She leaned in, her voice lowering with curiosity. “Why? Have you heard ofher?”

Prisca frowned. “Yeah, but it’s been a long time.” She crossed her arms, her voice taking on a distant tone. “Did something happen to her?”

Elara’s eyes darkened, “I think so. But Triss and her maids aren’t talking I have a feeling it involves Garron, the Gamma of Direstone.”

Prisca’s face tightened as Elara relayed everything that had happened today. By the time she finished, there was a deep furrow between Prisca’s brows, her jaw clenched.

“That bastard,” she muttered under her breath, her fists tightening in frustration

Elara stared at her, waiting for her to say more, but all she got was silence.

“As you can see, I’m not just here to help Triss. I’m here to help the whole Direstone Pack,” Elara continued, her voice hardening with resolve. “We’re about to go to war with the rogues, and Garron well, we can’t let him lead us into battle. He’s got to be taken down.”

Prisca’s expression shitted, something dark flashing in her eyes. “Trust me, no one hates the rogues more than I do.”

She gave Elara a quick smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“And to answer your earlier question, Prisca added, haning in sightly, “I do know what happened to Triss” Elara sat up, her attention sharp

at made him trust her “Triss started out as a soldier in Garron’s father’s troops,” Prisca began. “Garron’s father–he saw something in her, someth enough to make her captain. She was good. Dams good. And not just in battle. A lot of girls would swak out during lunch to watch her train. She treated us differently than the others did. She was kind. A lot of respect for her, down there.”

“So, Triss was Garron’s father’s right–hand warrior, Elara mused, piecing things together. That explained why Garron had trusted her so much he was leveraging her loyalty to hide his own dirty secrets.

“Yeah.” Prisca’s voice took on a bitter edgy “And then Garron’s father died. Carron book over the troops… and everything changed.”

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Prisca’s face hardened as she continued. “One night, a few of us were cleaning Triss’s room. She came back from training, all bloodied an

hair was a mess, lips swollen, and her clothes- the paused, her voice faltering. “Her clothes were then to pieces”

Elara’s stomach dropped. Anger bubbled up inside her take a fierce storm. “Didn’t anyone try to expose what Garron did?

“Who would dare? We were servants, nothing more than tools to them,” Prisca replied, for voice low, almost hollow. “Triss couldn’t say anything, sither Garron’s father had been like a mentor to her, How could she accuse his son of something so horrific And Garron’s got power. People respect him. No one would have believed her.”

The weight of what Triss had been through settled in Elara’s chest. Her voice was hard when she spoke. This has to stop. Now”

Prisca nodded in agreement. “I’m glad you’re here, Elara. Without you, I don’t know if anyone would’ve ever stood up to Garron”

A bitter laugh escaped her. “It’s twisted. Miela framed an innocent woman for a crime the didn’t commit, while Triss–she was a real victim, forced to stay silent. The world’s screwed up like that.”

“And they’re all going to burn for it” Elara said, her voice icy.

She stood abruptly, turning toward the door. “Thanks, Prisca, I’ve got work to do now.”

But before Elara could leave, Prisca’s voice stopped her. “Be careful of the rogues, Elara,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “They’re more dangerous than you think…especially their king”

Elara paused, looking back at her. “You’ve met the rogue king!”

Prisca’s face paled. She seemed to shrink back at the memory, “Yeah. Once. At a party,” she said, her voice shaky. “I don’t even have the words for it. They’re barbaric, yes, but that… that was beyond anything I imagined.”

She shuddered, her breath catching in her throat. “You need the best warriors for this war, Elara. You can’t go in half–assed. If you do, you love. And you don’t want to end up in their hands.”

Elara nodded grimly, her thoughts already spinning. She couldn’t afford to waste time. But as much as she wanted to probe more about the rogue king Garron demanded her attention.

After setting another time to meet with Prisca, Elara stepped out of the office and made her way toward the training field, the sound of soldiers filing out already filling the air.

As dusk settled in, Elara shoved her way through the crowd, looking for Vessa. But her eyes caught Triss instead.

Triss was pulling a cart of training equipment, her hat pulled low to shield her face. She looked… defeated.

“Triss!” Era called, rushing toward her.

Triss froze, her eyes widening as she saw Elara coming closer. She recoiled, taking a few steps back. “What are you still doing here? I told you, we’ve got nothing to talk about.”

Elara pushed forward, her voice firm “Triss=”

“it’s still about that account book, isn’t it?” Triss hissed, her voice low. “I’m not giving it to you if you keep bothering me, I’ll tell Garron, I swear!”

Faway, Triss flinched, her body trembling. Elara had accidentally brushed against e

The arm, and

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