His Unwanted Gamma novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Clara’s POV

“Wart, a creek to the West?

Bax’s voice racked through the stillness, disbelied heavy in his words “How do you know that? And why why do you speak

and the rush of her blood pounding in ber retreating into shadows. All che could hear now

But Elara didn’t answer. She didn’t need to The only thing she could hear was the thundering ofi cart as the sprinted westward The village, ablare in the distance, faded into the night like a night were the sounds of her feet slapping against the forest floor, her breath ragged as the pushed forward, her body not stopping for anything.

But then a silence settled in. The kind of silence that was to completa it was suffocating

Elara’s eyes scanned the dark, trying to adjust to the pitch black surroundings, but the dense canopy overhead allowed only slivers of moonlight to filter through. The world around her seemed frozen, unnervingly still. Her heart raced faster, the hairs on her neck prickling as she slowed her pace, listening for any disturbance, any sound that would break this unnerving quiet.

Asnap–a twig breaking underfoot

no, someone–ficker through the trees, it was bet

Elara’s instincts fired instantly. Her eyes flicked toward the movement, just in time to see something–no, s

dark, and fast—so fast it left behind only a whisper of its presence.

Without thinking, she gave chase. But the figure was already gone, vanishing like a shadow into the void.

She stopped, chest heaving. The eerie stillness returned, suffocating and endless. She was alone.

Her gaze darted around the foggy forest, but nothing moved. Nothing breathed

Her hand reached instinctively i

y into her pocket for her compass. She needed to get her bearings, needed to know she was heading in the right direction.

But before she could grip the cold metal, something fell onto her neck–a chill, damp, and unnatural

Rain?

She wiped at her neck, but her gaze shot upward as the last remnants of the downpour disappeared, revealing not rain, but blood.

A single drop slid down her skin, red and thick.

And then she saw it.

A wolf. A massive, dark shape, crouched on the thick branches above her head, its glowing yellow eyes fixed hungrily on her. Its fangs glistened like daggers in the moonlight.

The blood? It had come from its mouth.

Before Elara could even register the danger, the wolf let out a deafening roar, its feral eyes locking with hers.

Time slowed

Her instincts kicked in, her body moving faster than her mind. She dove to the side, just as the wolf lunged. Her heart slammed into her ribs as she barely escaped the swipe of its claws. One more second, and it would have shredded her chest wide open.

She shifted then, her body morphing into the form of the woll. The air crackled with the rawness of their fight as they collided with bone–crushing forc teeth bared, claws slashing. This wasn’t the controlled sparring she was used to. This was brutal. Raw

The rogue was monstrous, his strength nearly crushing her. But the blood of an Alpha surged in her veins, sharpening her reflexes, fueling her aggression.

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A few deep cuts marred her back, but in the end, the managed to pin the rogue beneath her, her claws digging into his throat.

She stared into his eyes, breathi rappel, before leaning down, her vice tow and deadly. “Where are the others? How did your border.

Despite his defeat, the rogue grinned, his fellow teeth fashing as a wild, manic glint gleamed in his e

“What a beauty you areTM

He giggled, Beking his lips hungrily. “A sweet thing like your th

should never come into the forest alone

Elara’s paws pressed hardes into his throat. “Answer me. Now

His cracked lighter echoed in the silence, Bling her with unease.

“Look around, my sweet lamb,” he crooned, his voice tinged with madness. “Look before you threaten me again.”

Achill ran down Elara’s spine.

She looked up

And her bloodran cold.

Eyes. Everywhere. Eyes,

At least twenty sets of them. Yellow, glowing, watching from the shadows.

She hadn’t heard them come, hadn’t even sensed their presence. But now, they were here, closing in. And one–larger than the others—stepped forward into the moonlight. His scarred face twisted into a sneer, a deep gash running between his eyes.

“Let him go the scar growled, his voice thick with menace.

Elara froze. The weight of the situation settled on her, the sense of being utterly surrounded suffocating her. She could feel it–the shift from the fight to

survival.

Her foot lifted from the rogue’s neck, but only slightly, just enough to allow the scar to approach.

Outnumbered. Ambushed.

The wise choice? Surrender–for now.

The scar’s eyes glinted with vicious amusement. “A she–wolf, huh? Tell me, where are your men? Did they all fall?”

The rogues behind him snickered

“How does Thorne like our little surprise?” The scar sneered, a cruel laugh cutting through the tension. “He slaughtered so many of our own. Bethe didn’t expect this, did he?”

“Cowards,” Elara spat, her voice sharp with contempt,

“You think you’re so brave, coming all the way here to burn our village. But you won’t face Thome directly?” she challenged, her voice rising with a dangerous edge.

The rogues jeered, but the scar silenced them with a brutal snarl

“Quiet!” His voice roared. “You can say whatever you want, but we’ve already won. And we will keep ravaging your lands. All of them Until the world trembles beneath our feet.

“No,” Elara’s voice was venomous, laced with a quiet fury. “You can kill me now, but you won’t stop the others. All the Alphas. All the Gammas. They’re coming for you.”

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Chapter 69

The scar’s laughter cut through the air

the air tike

“Together?” He scoffed his voine

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