Alle Kapitel von THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

I hadn't told Hades about the verdict that Jonathan announced. I knew the man lacked spine, but behind him, it was Luna Astoria who was clearly pulling the strings. Her influence had grown insidiously, and now it was starting to threaten everything I had built—everything I had bled for. But as much as I wanted to face that battle, today wasn’t about the pack or the politics.Today was about the strain in my relationship with Hades. That silent tension that hummed in the air whenever our eyes met but neither of us spoke the words buried beneath the surface. He didn’t want to talk about the past. And I didn’t want to force it out of him. But I also couldn’t let this chasm grow wider. We had already lost too much in our previous life. I wouldn’t let silence steal what we still had left.After lunch with his parents—an unexpectedly warm and light-hearted affair—I excused myself and made my way toward the penthouse he had built near the lakeside. Hades had once called it his place of solit

The sky had turned a soft gray, painted with streaks of peach as the sun began its descent behind the lake. The gentle rustling of wind through the trees whispered against the glass walls of the penthouse, and the koi pond shimmered with scattered reflections of the dying light. Hades lay beside me, his arm slung protectively across my waist, the remnants of our shared warmth still lingering on our skin. My fingers trailed along his collarbone, tracing the faint lines of old battles that lived quietly on his body. He looked peaceful—more peaceful than I had seen him in a long time. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his expression soft in sleep, like a child who had found momentary safety. But I knew what lay ahead. I had to return to my pack, to my father, and to the mess Jonathan had created in my absence. And I had to do it without Hades.I couldn't tell him that I was ordered to be executed... If he knew that this had been happening behind his back, he would kill Jonat

Carolina, The lights of the grand manor flickered like a dying flame as I stepped through the threshold, uninvited, unseen for years, but never forgotten. My heels echoed against the marble floors, the sharp rhythm slicing through the silence like a blade. I knew where he would be—where he always ended up when the world became too much for him. Drowning himself in whiskey, in bodies, in power. And tonight, I would be the ocean that pulled him under. Jonathan Hornet. Who tossed me aside once he met Elysia. He promised me that he would make me his Luna. He used me , my family and friends to get favor from them. But once I was no more useful, he forgot my existence. He used to say my name like it was a prayer. Now, it would taste like poison on his lips. I stood at the door of his private chambe, the guards already dismissed or unconscious with liquor and bribes. They had grown careless, just like him. Inside, I could hear muffled laughter, moans, the sound of ice clinking in a gl

The shift was subtle, but it was there. At first, it was just a glance—a flicker of hesitation in a warrior’s eyes when they passed me by. A murmured exchange that quieted the moment I entered the training ground. The invisible weight of judgment began to settle in the air around me, and though it was featherlight at first, it grew heavier by the day. I tried to brush it off as paranoia. But when even the Gamma—my father—started noticing it, I could no longer pretend it wasn’t real. It began after the official verdict had been passed down. My execution. A label branded onto me by those who once pledged their loyalty. The court hadn't acted on it, not yet, but the words were enough. Like poison dripping into a well, it contaminated the minds of those around us. Warriors began ignoring subtle commands. Junior pack members gave excuses to skip patrols if I was leading them. Even the servants in the estate began moving around me as though I were made of glass—or venom. They di

The torches flickered low as I descended into the cavern. The air tasted of smoke and stone, heavy with the weight of every prayer, every plea whispered here through centuries. I didn't want to use my powers. Controlling both Witches and Werewolves weren't in my interest. That was why I sealed them after destroying the book of knowledge. But Ruby was worth every price. I did not walk. I stormed. My boots struck against the carved steps until the sound became a drumbeat of defiance. Hades followed, his presence shadowing me, but he kept his distance. He knew this wasn’t his battle. Not yet. But his support, his concern for me was the strength I needed that moment. His scent lingered around me, as a comfort kiss in my heart. The cave widened into a chamber where the walls glowed faintly with veins of crystal. At the center sat the Oracle—a woman draped in threads of silver and black, her eyes clouded like storm glass. She was ageless, her face neither young nor old, but carved w