All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hades,"You let him be kidnapped right in front of your watch! You useless piece of shit!" The slap across my face echoed louder than the pain I actually felt. My mother, Luna Gabriella, was one of the strongest female warriors with a Beta wolf. She was more ruthless than my father, and obviously, we inherited that naturally. The metallic taste of blood felt like a salty treat as I licked the corner of my lips. But I remained silent, letting her go berserk. Her half-wolf, half-human form surfaced in her rage, her golden eyes glowing with fury. "Mother!" Halia stepped between us, her expression soft but firm. Playing the peacemaker was necessary right now. "Father was in his sound mind when he attended the private meeting with the other Alphas. We weren’t allowed to stay with them. So please, stop blaming Hades for this situation!" Mom looked at her and then back at me. She was still upset about Halia's decision to have a child through IVF with a sperm donor, but despite her di

A sharp, throbbing pain pounded against my skull, twisting my stomach into a sickening knot. A wave of nausea crashed over me, forcing my body upright with a jolt. Fuck my life. Nothing ever worked the way I wanted it to. My mind was still swimming in a haze when a small, almost frantic voice echoed from my left shoulder. "Danger… run!" I stiffened. My eyes snapped to the tiny creature perched on me, and for the first time, I realized what had just happened. "You can talk?" I muttered, carefully cupping the small, trembling body in my palm. Ruby—the peculiar, feisty little thing—let out a sharp screech, her tiny wings flapping in distress. That was when I finally took in my surroundings. A chill ran down my spine. I was inside a small room enclosed by glass walls, a cage disguised as luxury. The sterile silence pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating. But what sent ice through my veins wasn’t the room itself. It was the sight outside. Two bodies hung from a stone pill

I was nearly finished with my meal when a tall, awkward man walked into the dining room. His presence was hard to ignore, not just because of his height but because I had met him before—inside Hades’s private bedroom. Carlos Bakers. I remembered thinking he was a coward. After all, he had entered the Alpha’s quarters despite knowing it wasn’t permitted. That alone told me that either he was reckless or that he had a purpose worth risking punishment for. Whatever it was, I didn’t let my thoughts show. Instead, I smiled quietly and gave him a small nod. "Miss Celeriac, I am Carlos Bakers, Alpha Hades’s Beta. It’s a pleasure to meet you." His voice carried a forced politeness, though his eyes betrayed his unease. I merely acknowledged him with a glance. "Alpha Hades wants you to come with me. He’s waiting for you in Kjern Hall." "Kjern Hall?" I echoed, my fingers lightly tapping against the edge of my plate. Carlos gave a curt nod. "Yes. Please follow me." I didn’t hesi

Hades,It didn’t take long to discover who had shot her. The arrow’s design was almost identical to my own—broadhead, sleek shaft—but the craftsmanship? A mockery. A pathetic, laughable attempt at copying my work. Whoever had orchestrated it thought they could frame me. Idiots.What made it worse? The foolish attempt to poison me, to stack various toxins and hope that something would take me down. As if I were some mere mortal who would crumble beneath a few deadly plants. As if I wasn’t born with the resilience of a thousand warriors coursing through my veins. Pathetic.But the worst part? It worked on her. She had barely survived the attack. The mixture of toxins had worked its way through her system, draining her strength, leaving her vulnerable. And that was what irritated me the most.I never intended to touch her. In fact, I loathed her scent, the sharp, enticing fragrance that seemed to wrap itself around me no matter how hard I tried to escape it. But despite my deepest atte

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Luna Wraithborn set down a delicate porcelain cup onto the table. The sound was soft, almost gentle, but there was nothing delicate about the woman before me. With an unreadable expression, she pushed the book I had been reaching for across the polished wooden surface. Her fingers barely lingered on its worn cover before she leaned back into her chair. "So—" her voice was smooth, almost amused. "My son kidnapped you?" I glanced at the book before meeting her gaze, my face composed, my tone even. "Well, I’d rather say I accidentally trespassed the border, and he found me." Her lips curved ever so slightly—not a smile, but a knowing expression. "Accidentally?" She tilted her head, eyes sharp. "I don’t think it was an accident." "It was," I responded without hesitation. "I was patrolling the woods when I ended up near the ocean. I love the ocean." I rubbed the back of my neck, feigning an air of nonchalance. Luna Wraithborn