All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Meeting Kaelan Nightshades here was unexpected. From what I recalled, this was around the time he should have been imprisoned, his Alpha power failing to manifest. Alpha blessin pogs were rare, reserved for a select few, passed down bloodlines to define the next heir's role. Without it, Kaelan’s claim would have been forfeit—or so the rumors in my previous life suggested. They whispered that his Wolf's power came too late to save him from disgrace.Yet, here he was. The faint crimson mark shimmered on his forehead, barely visible but undeniable. A contradiction. Why did he have the mark now?“What brought you here, Alpha Nightshades? Surely, you know it’s dangerous to trespass on private property,” I said, my voice firm as I observed him from across the infirmary. The nurse tightened the bandages around his abdomen while I remained seated, arms folded. Kaelan's gaze flicked toward me, weary but unwavering. “I apologize for last night. Someone stabbed me with wolfsbane. My Wolf... i

Hades," If you can't find your mate, accept Iris as your concubine! Someone should play the rule of the mother of your child!" My father left soon after, sending a woman to my study. The room stank of weakness. Her fear, cloying and bitter, clung to the air like a disease. I leaned back, the leather of my chair groaning under the weight of my indifference. My fingers drummed against the desk—a slow, deliberate rhythm, each tap a countdown to the moment I snapped. The dagger twirled lazily in my other hand, its sharp edge catching the dim light as it spun.Iris stood before me, trembling like a cornered rabbit. Her eyes, downcast, refused to meet mine. Coward. The Beta’s daughter—this fragile, simpering creature—was supposed to be my concubine. A snarl curled at the edges of my lips, the thought alone an insult to my existence.“Do you know what’s worse than weaklings, Iris?” My voice slithered across the room, cold and sharp. She flinched as if the words themselves had teeth. “Wea

The deeper I followed my father into the labyrinthine halls of this ethereal manor, the more the world I once knew crumbled into mere fragments of memory. This was no place of the twenty-first century—no, it was a realm lost in time, where the past and the mystical wove together like threads in an eternal tapestry. Towering marble columns lined the corridors, each carved with ancient glyphs that shimmered faintly under the golden glow of enchanted sconces. The very air carried a strange resonance, as if it pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. My breath hitched when my gaze fell upon the grand garden sprawled beyond an arched glass doorway. It wasn’t simply beautiful—it was transcendent. I had read of such places in the fairytales my mother once whispered to me at night, but no words could capture the sheer majesty of what lay before me. Flowers that gleamed like crystalline gems swayed in a slow, rhythmic dance, their iridescent petals catching the cascading sunlight as though wo

Dad’s words struck like a thunderclap, sending a jolt through my body. My breath hitched as disbelief took hold. "How did you know?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilted my head, searching his expression for answers. His gaze darkened, the warmth in his eyes fading into something unreadable. His jaw tightened, tension carved into the sharp line of his features. Then, without a word, he reached out, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek, wiping away a trace of moisture I hadn’t realized was there. "You’re still just a child." His voice was soft, almost fond, yet distant, as if weighed down by something unseen. "Dad!" I protested, a frustrated grunt escaping me. "I’m not lying—" "You aren’t." His response was immediate, steady. "I trust you." I blinked, caught off guard by the certainty in his tone. But before I could say another word, he sat back down, his expression grim, unreadable. "Dad believes you," he repeated, then shifted his gaze toward Gr

She stumbled onto her bed as my steps grew faster toward her. There was something about her—her scent, her eyes, and her… hot features. My desire to touch her smooth legs, bite her lips, and strangle her until she cried felt so strong. My eyes glowed in this dimly lit room, Knox perfectly in sync with my thoughts of claiming her right away. I felt struck—I felt lost in her beautiful eyes. She looked taken aback. She was scared. That look satisfied me. They said she was deadly. I loved when strong people showed vulnerability in front of me. My hand almost reached her face, the scent growing thicker and more aphrodisiac. My body nearly reacted strangely to her scent until— “Hades?” Her cold, honey-dripping voice cut through my daze, my nearly lost mind. Knox purred louder when she called my name. This was the first time someone had called my first name. Even my family didn’t dare. “It’s been a while.” I composed myself. Her voice felt like a sweet hangover soup, slapping me