All Chapters of Chain My Heart Too, Gamma: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lala“I heard you came back to the pack,” the voice on the other end says, loud enough to pierce through my hazy head. My body feels heavy, weak, but the voice cuts right through the fog in my mind. “The Alpha from Silver Hollow will arrive at the pack house today.”Kael’s brows furrow, his fingers tightening slightly around the phone. “Already? I thought it was next week.” His voice sounds rough, tired, maybe even anxious, though he hides it well.“The schedule changed. You need to be here. Mabel needs to prepare.”Mabel. His sister. I can see how his jaw tightens at the mention of her name. His posture stiffens; it’s like he’s bracing himself for something unpleasant. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, just stands there, thinking. I can tell he wants to go—but he’s hesitating. I don’t understand why. His sister’s protection is important, especially if what I overheard earlier about her arranged marriage is true. So why does he keep glancing back at me like that, like I’m the

LalaKael had left two days ago. I can’t even remember what I was doing at the time, I wanted to thank him for helping me out. The house felt too big and too quiet immediately after. Now it’s evening, and the sunlight is fading, the shadows stretching across the walls. I’m trying to rest, trying to keep still, but my body won’t let me. Every small ache from the poison feels sharper in the silence, like it’s waiting for me to move.Rosella had been with me until she fell asleep.Then I hear footsteps, my wolf’s ear perks up. I have grown to know those steps even in the faintest sound. There are more than one, and they’re moving through the front of the house. My stomach drops, my chest tightens. My hands shake slightly, but I force them to stillness. Pack guards, those footsteps have dragged me several times in the past ten years, there's no way I wouldn't recognize them.I try to move but I can’t. Why…why are they here? I can’t let them find me.A voice calls from the hall. “Who’s in

LalaEarlier in the afternoon, my body was burning like lava. I sat in the bathtub for hours, the water turning lukewarm then cold, but it still felt like my skin was on fire. Every breath came out shaky, like it scraped against my lungs. When the sun begins to set, the heat fades, replaced by an icy wave that crawls through my bones. My teeth chatter. I wrap myself in every blanket I can find, but it doesn’t help. My body doesn’t seem to understand what it wants anymore.Rosella sits near the bed, her legs crossed, holding my wrist like she’s checking if I’m still here. Her eyes are swollen. She keeps trying to dab my forehead with a wet towel, but her small hands shake too much. I can barely move, but I catch her wrist weakly and whisper, “Stop crying.” It comes out slurred. I’m not even sure if she hears me.The room smells of herbs and sweat. The window is slightly open, and the wind coming in feels like knives on my skin. I close my eyes, but that only makes it worse. The darknes

LalaI feel the fever breaking through my bones again. It comes in waves—heat so sharp I can’t breathe, then cold so deep it settles inside my marrow. My body doesn’t know what it wants anymore. I only know I’m tired. So tired.Something soft touches my skin. A hand. I think it’s him. I can smell the faint smoke he always carried from the forge, the metal and earth that used to cling to his clothes. “Felix,” I whisper, or maybe I only think it. My tongue feels heavy, my lips cracked.My eyes flutter open, and for a second, everything blurs into light and shadow. The ceiling fades, the walls fade, and what’s left is warmth—his warmth. I’m lying against his chest, bare skin pressed to bare skin, his arm holding me as if I might vanish if he lets go. I can hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. It’s real enough to make me forget the pain.He’s here. My Felix. My husband. The man I buried in flames.“Felix,” I whisper again, my voice breaking. “You came.”He doesn’t speak, but

LalaThe daylight pierces through my foggy head. For a moment everything is blurry, like my mind is still crawling somewhere between the dreams and the fever. When the room finally stops spinning, the realization slams into me so hard my throat closes, I'm naked? Completely? I pull the blanket up to my chest instantly, almost choking on the movement as the panic rises faster than my breath can catch up.The movement pulls something deep inside me, a sharp ripping pain right under my ribs, like someone dragged claws across my chest from the inside. I grab at the blanket tighter as the pain radiates outward in angry waves. It makes me want to bite down on something—reminding me I’m still dying, slowly and stupidly.Every breath drags through my ribs with that awful stabbing pulse. And the dream… Ah! I had a dream.Felix.His name presses against the back of my mind before I can stop it. I swallow hard, my throat tightening. The dream was too real. Too warm. Too close. I can still feel t