All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hades, Her pulse It thrummed beneath her delicate skin, a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body. Each beat echoed in my skull, syncing with my own erratic heartbeat. The scent of her blood curled through the air, sweet and intoxicating, igniting a hunger so raw that it clawed at my throat. A primal need crashed over me. Instinct. Hunger. Desire. It overrode everything. I forgot that I wasn't only a werewolf, I was something else too. Something dangerous. Ruby stiffened beside her mother, her sharp instincts picking up on the change. Her bright eyes flickered to me, widening slightly, cautious and wary. Elysia, however, remained unaware. She reached out, her fingers grazing my shoulder, her eyes filled with pure concern and worry— But I snapped, “Don’t touch me!” The words ripped from my throat, harsher than I intended. I jerked away from her touch as if burned, my entire body rigid with restraint. Elysia blinked in surprise, confusion flickering acr

Hades,“Take care of Ruby. I will return soon.”That was all she left behind. After translating it that was all I got from her note. One short line, scrawled in her unmistakable handwriting. No explanations. No details. No clue where she was going or why she had to leave so suddenly. I held the note in my hand, staring at it until the ink began to blur. The words looked simple—innocent, even—but I knew better. They were heavy. Laced with finality. And that terrified me more than anything.Elysia was gone.There was no sign of her presence in the house. Not even the faintest trace of her scent. Her aura, usually woven so thickly into the walls that I could feel it even in sleep, had vanished. She’d covered her tracks well. Too well. The last footage of her stiffed movement before she entered in my study was the only thing I could find.She didn’t just leave.She disappeared.And she took three parts of the Knowledge with her. The Knowledge wasn’t something you simply took and walked

I felt a deep pit settle in my chest the moment I stepped out of the house three days ago. An inexplicable ache stirred within me, one I tried to suppress but couldn’t ignore. I felt bad—terrible, even—but I couldn't stay. Not when Hades was around. Not when every fiber of my being warned me that our destinies had already entangled and unraveled before. Our fate wasn’t fresh or new. It had already run its course in some forgotten past, tangled in blood and sacrifice.For some reason, in my previous life, despite everything that happened on that day—the day I stabbed him in the chest—I kept getting this strange, haunting feeling: Hades didn’t die. He should have, but he didn’t. Our mate bond had been severed, that much I was sure of. But still, he hadn’t died. My gut screamed that he lived. That maybe, just maybe, the two cloaked figures who drove their blades across my chest that day were somehow connected to Hades. Perhaps it had all been to sabotage Hecate’s grand design. To destro

Elysia,Judging by the scent of dried hay, the feel of the rough wool blanket, and the rustic scent of firewood smoke that clung to every surface, one thing was certain—I was no longer in my own body. This was the fragile vessel of a seventeen-year-old human girl. My fingers, small and calloused, trembled slightly as I sat up, adjusting to the strange physicality of my new form.The village was called Druvo, nestled at the base of the Varkel Mountains. I remembered the name from the scrolls I once read in the Astral Archives, one of the books that held vivid information of mythical worlds that we never thought would exist. Druvo was known as the cursed village that bordered the Dark World—the realm ruled by wretched sorcerers and witches who had once brought entire kingdoms to their knees. Now, it seemed the people here lived in quiet terror, like deer hiding from wolves. There was hardly any sound, even during daylight. Conversations were hushed. Children did not laugh. And food… fo

The first thing I did was call the Moon Goddess.It had been ages since I last summoned her—centuries, perhaps—ever since I turned my back on divinity and walked away from the ruins of a kingdom that once knelt at my feet. I had withdrawn from politics, from divine counsel, from everything that demanded reverence and strategy. My hands had spilled too much blood in the name of purpose. I had no room left for another cause.But this was different.Elysia had vanished. Her scent, her presence, the lingering burn of her spirit in the air—it had all dissolved like dew in sunlight. One moment, she had been beneath me, breathing, fighting, breaking. The next, nothing.I needed to know where she was.The sky above my mountain burned a cold silver as I climbed the summit. This place, once a holy site, had not been visited by a soul in decades. Stones cracked under my boots as I stepped into the ancient circle carved from obsidian and bone. The crescent glyphs glowed faintly at my touch, still