All Chapters of THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elysia,When I woke up, it felt like someone had injected burning lava into my veins, searing every ounce of my body mercilessly. The pain was so strong, so real—like a fire’s kiss, turning my limbs to ashes. My body felt frozen, detached from my nerves. I tried to open my eyes, to understand what was happening to me. But I failed miserably. Someone had glued a blindfold over my eyes, while my hands and legs were tied behind my back with something I couldn’t comprehend. Was I on my knees or actually bound to something? I couldn't get any answers. My body was too detached from my mind to understand what was happening. All I felt was that I was above something—something hot like fire. I smelled the scent of charcoal and the burning stench of my own body, as if every single cell was turning to ash. I couldn't reach Ella or Ruby. It was all dark and suffocating. And then, to my absolute horror and confusion, a sharp scream tore through the air. The voice belonged to a woman, her

Elysia,"It's your fault. It's your fault!!!" The scream of that foreign voice rang in my head, but it started fading as an unfamiliar heat spread through my body. It wasn’t the kind of heat that came with despair—it was something else. Something primal. It felt like my wolf was in heat, an overwhelming sensation that drowned my thoughts and left me feeling weak and hypnotized. The voice still lingered, however, like a ghost whispering through my bones, keeping my body tense despite the feverish need crawling under my skin. Was it Stella? The witch Hades loved? It felt different, but why did I hate her so much? The way her voice dripped with affection when calling his name made my stomach twist. Jealousy? What a ridiculous feeling. I didn’t even like Hades—at least, that’s what I had convinced myself. The mate bond was the only thing between us, this unbearable force keeping me tethered to him. My body craved him, but my mind resisted. And yet, the moment I heard that voice,

Certainly, The changes between us felt overwhelming, a shift neither of us had fully prepared for. Both of us carried dominant wolves within us, and the strength of our mate bond made our possessiveness clash like two opposing magnetic forces. It was an invisible tug-of-war, unspoken yet felt in every interaction. What surprised me the most, however, was Hades' unwavering stance on the matter. He hadn’t once expressed regret or hesitation about what had transpired. There was no guilt, no reluctance—only certainty. Yet, a lingering worry remained in my heart. I wanted to be a mother. And he didn’t. The golden morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows, casting warm streaks of light across the dining room. The atmosphere was serene, almost deceptively so, considering the turmoil still lingering in my heart. Hades and I were preparing breakfast together, something that hadn’t happened in days. Since that night, we hadn’t left the bed much, consumed by the hunger of our

Elysia, "I will be back for dinner!" His voice was warm yet firm as he pressed a feathery kiss against my mark. The familiar sensation sent shivers down my spine, but before I could fully savor it, he had already grabbed his suitcase. "Another town visit?" I asked while fixing his tie, my fingers smoothing over the fabric with practiced ease. "Yes. We must find those parts of the book!" His eyes gleamed with determination as he allowed me to adjust the knot properly. "I will let you know if I find the wizard or witch nearby!" I gave a quiet nod, his scent wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Just standing this close to him made me crave his presence even more. "Be home early. I will wait for you," I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he stole a quick kiss. "Okay, I am off!" I followed him to the main entrance, my steps slow as I watched him leave. Alex was already waiting by the doorway with the car, standing

The old man’s directions had led me here, to the outskirts of the city, to a place where time seemed to have withered into the past. The road twisted, narrow and cracked, winding through an oppressive silence that felt thick enough to touch. The air itself grew colder as I approached, charged with an energy that had long been dormant in the world of the living.And then I saw it—the chapel.It was a shadow of its former self, standing on the edge of the world, as if forgotten by both man and God. The doors, once grand, now hung ajar, groaning as they protested against the intrusion of time. A sense of foreboding filled the air, thickening with each step I took toward it.I pushed the door open, the rusted hinges screeching in protest, and entered.The chapel was empty, save for the remnants of a faith that had long since abandoned this place. The candles, barely flickering, cast long shadows on the walls. The altar stood broken, cracked stone and stained glass that had lost its color.