All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elysia -The tension in the room thickened like storm clouds before a downpour. Hades stood before me, broad and commanding, his crimson eyes burning with something possessive, something dangerous. But what he said next made my breath hitch—only for a moment before I masked it behind indifference. A slow smirk curled on my lips, though my chest tightened with something sharp and bitter. Fate is cruel. I folded my arms, tilting my head. "You want me to help you find her just so you can reject her?" Hades’s gaze didn’t waver. "Yes." The words hit harder than I expected, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. "You’re serious?" "Completely." I took a step forward, deliberately slow, watching him, studying him. His body tensed subtly, his wolf on alert. He doesn’t even realize, does he? "You don’t even know who she is," I murmured, my voice dipping into something amused, taunting. "And yet, you’ve already decided to throw her away?"

Elysia - Caroline Smith wailed behind me as I walked past the Moonlit garden of Alpha Residence. The Main Packhouse was crowded with people. However, her little tantrum seemed to have gotten everyone's attention. How did I end up here? I wondered. Half an hour ago, The golden chandeliers of the Alpha Residence cast an ethereal glow over the grand hall, illuminating the swirling silks and velvets of noblewomen as they paraded through the celebration. Voices melded together in a chorus of pleasantries, political maneuvering hidden beneath layers of forced smiles and practiced courtesies. I moved through the crowd with quiet precision, my military uniform a stark contrast against the soft pastels and embroidered finery. Whispers followed in my wake, some admiring, others envious. But none of it mattered. I was used to it. After being Luna of this Pack, the period of my ruling taught me a lot including people's distinctive jealousy towards me. However, today I was here not as

The scent of burning tobacco filled the air, thick and suffocating, as Dad and I were standing in the corner of the hall room. It clung to my senses, mixing with the heavy musk of dominance that always surrounded Alpha Hornet. The flickering lanterns cast restless shadows along the walls, making the dimly lit lounge feel smaller than it was. The crowd was all busy with their own discussions. It wasn’t a secret that Alpha Hornet was furious with me—and with his once-obedient son, who had suddenly defied him. Being the Alpha’s son’s assistant had always meant something significant. It was more than just a title; it was a promise of status, a guarantee that I would one day become Luna. I had worked for that recognition, and my father had supported me, knowing how much power it held. But something had changed. Someone was rewriting the past. Jonathan never spoke of Carolina before—not until I was already carrying his child. He had been so focused on having a child with me, keeping

The moment I faced Jonathan, a wave of disgust, anger, and loathing crashed over me. But it wasn’t the kind of conflicted rage that made me question whether I had ever loved him. No—what I once felt for him had been mad, blind devotion. And now? Nothing but contempt. Yet, the irony of my heart lay elsewhere. The moment my eyes landed on Hades Wraithborn, walking into the grand hall with another woman draped on his arm, I was stunned. It felt like a slap across my face, delivered with his sheer arrogance. A silent, unspoken promise between us—broken. A wound I hadn't even acknowledged until now—ripped open. Finding a mate? Hah. If that’s what he was after, I would stay far away. As I should have from the very beginning. But then, why did this betrayal sting? Why did it twist in my chest like a knife—sharp and merciless? I had killed for this scumbag next to me. I had stained my hands with blood—my own hands—only to stand beside a man who had never deserved me. A voice pul

His chest pressed against mine, his arms snaking around my waist. Our bodies almost collided inside the thick foliage as the muffled sound of footsteps grew closer. Two guards roamed the area, their sharp eyes scanning the darkness, desperately searching for the source of the sound I had accidentally made. I held my breath. Through the small gaps between the leaves, I could see their boots treading dangerously close. Just one more step—one wrong move—and they would see Hades’s back. “Maybe just some animals. I can’t see anyone here. No scents, either,” one of the guards muttered in frustration. “That makes sense. Who would come here when everyone is in the ballroom?” They hesitated for a moment before turning around. Only when their footsteps faded did I realize how tightly my lungs had been caged. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and my muscles finally loosened. Then, it hit me. I was still in Hades’s grasp. I flinched. “Ah—” My voice barely made it past my throat. “Let’