All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hades pressed his lips gently against the scar on my shoulder, a brief, almost tender gesture. The warmth of his breath lingered as he moved away, carefully grabbing the blanket and tucking it around me, taking extra care with each movement. There was something about the way he handled me — so cautious yet commanding — that left me feeling strangely vulnerable. After securing the blanket, he grabbed a shawl and draped it around his waist before rising to his feet. "Those Vampires might know your existence here," he said, his voice low, as he approached the bathroom door. "They've caught the scent of your blood."I watched him, still in a daze, and pulled the blanket tighter to my chest. A bath would be nice, but my body had other ideas — exhausted, sore, and drained after the intense night. "So, am I going to be haunted by them? Or will they hunt me for being an extraordinary wolf?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation, though deep down, the thought of vampires hunting me

A suffocating silence surrounded us, thick like the stagnant air of an abandoned crypt. Hades slowly pulled his hand away from my wrist, his touch leaving behind an unfamiliar warmth that sent an unsettling shiver down my spine. I ignored it, focusing on the tension in his jaw. He was cautious—too cautious. Something was wrong. “Don’t breathe in the scent here,” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a sharp edge to it, a tension that made my heartbeat quicken. I nodded, swallowing hard. But my instincts screamed for me to do the opposite—to sniff the air and identify whatever danger he sensed. Before I could act on the impulse, Hades’ fingers clamped over my mouth again, his grip firm yet controlled. “Don’t,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against my skin. My pulse stuttered. How did he know that I was going to do that?The mate bond between us was already unbearable at times, but this? This closeness was suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating from h

“It’s a wizard, right?” I followed Hades as he moved forward, his steps weak and slow, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “Yes. But it could also be a witch.” His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Hecate usually preys on weak young females, especially those who have lost their purpose in life.” A chill ran down my spine. His words carried an unsettling weight. Hades glanced at me before pushing the door open. “Elysia?” “Yes?” I turned toward him, catching the intensity in his gaze. “You should trust yourself more.” His tone was softer than usual, lacking its usual coldness. “Loving someone is hard, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep prioritizing others over yourself. Move on. Find someone who will love you.” I froze, my eyes widening slightly. It wasn’t just his words that surprised me—it was the warmth laced within them. A bitter chuckle slipped from my lips. “And what about you? Why haven’t you found someone else?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “Having a

The flickering light from the television cast a warm glow on the dimly lit living room. Hades and Elysia sat close to each other on the couch, their bodies unconsciously gravitating toward one another. A comfortable silence hung between them, interrupted only by the sounds of laughter coming from the American comedy show playing on the screen. Hades felt something soft press against his shoulder. He turned slightly and found Elysia, completely engrossed in the show, stuffing handfuls of popcorn into her mouth with an amused grin. Her eyes sparkled with childlike joy, and for some reason, an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. It was strange—watching her like this, so carefree and happy, made him feel something foreign, something dangerously close to contentment. His hand instinctively reached for her waist, pulling her closer. Elysia shot him a glance but didn't move away. Instead, she grinned and refocused on the television, laughing at a joke. It didn’t seem odd to eithe

Hades,I had a gut feeling that Elysia wasn’t just a normal werewolf with human blood in her veins. After witnessing her demon blood magic, it was clear she was far more than an extraordinary wolf with unique abilities. And now, she had a dragon pet? Honestly, when I first saw Ruby, I didn’t give it much thought. I assumed it was some magical construct, the kind of dark magic creation that sorcerers conjured for their twisted entertainment. The Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack had always been eccentric when it came to strange, mystical things. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they had created some illusion or odd magical beast. But a hybrid dragon? That was absolutely impossible. The weight of the revelation pressed against my mind as I tried to piece everything together. Was she even fully aware of what she was? Did she know the power she carried in her blood? I didn’t know what frightened me more—the idea that she might be hiding it or the possibility that she was as clueless as the