The Beta's Contract Mate

CamilleI’m running as fast as my feet can carry me. My heart is thumping so hard, and I can’t think straight. When I received the call twenty minutes ago, I didn’t believe it, but as I got closer to the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel like dropping to my knees. She really was at the hospital. Again.I never should have sent her to school. I never—God, why now? “Hi…” I’m pointing so heavily, the words even come out. “Eloise James,” I say to the nurse I find by the reception. My heart is beating so fast.The nurse takes her time typing up, and I want to grab the screen and check for myself. Why does she have to take so long?‘Calm Camille. Keep Calm’ my inner voice seems to remind me, and I bit my lower lip trying to keep calm, but I can’t help it. Anxiety is creeping all over me.This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken that bloody job. I shouldn’t have sent her to school.“Please, could you…” I want to say something, but she ignores me, turning to her friend and responding t

Camille “Let me go!” I scream, but he grabs me by my waist, then flips onto my back, his hand clamping over my mouth.My eyes widen as I stare at the man straddling me. His long, raven black curls fall over his face, dark eyes staring with a question in his eyes. He has a well-defined jawline with perfectly proportionate lips.“You’re not a wolf,” he says in a monotone voice. I struggle against this hold as he leans in, sucking in a breath. I whimper softly, refusing to just give in. If he plans to kill me, he had better be ready to fight me off. I bring up my knee, then kick in his groin. He grunts and then loosens his grip on me, and I let out a glass-shattering scream.“Will you keep quiet? I’ll—” He is about to say, but police cars approach us, sirens wailing.“Why did you do that?” He asks me, his voice calm and eyes boring into me. “Get off me!” I shout, but he leans in when the screeching sound of tires comes.“I guess we will be spending more time together.” He says, then h

Salvatore“What the fuck is this, Salvatore?” Leonardo growls, throwing the tablet on the table. “You had one fucking job to do. And you blew it up because of a girl?” He growls at me; I rub my brows.“I didn’t blow it up. She is just not…” I want to explain to him, but reasoning with Leo is like trying to reason with an angry bull.“I don’t fucking care. You had one job, and you blew it!” he snaps as I sigh heavily, clenching my jaw, grinding my molars.“I’m getting tired of this shit, Salvatore! It’s either you fucking grow up or—”“Or what? You’ll kill her? You will—” I ask him as he halts his pacing, then turns to me. “You know the two of them can never be together. She is the reason—”I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “You always say that, but you failed to prove it.”He sighs heavily, coming closer. “Listen, Brother. I know you don’t believe me when I say this. But everything I do is in your best interest,” he insists, but I know the fucking truth. He is a selfish prick wh

Camille“No. No. It can’t be” I whimper, holding a hand over my chest. I need to get her back. I need to bring her back. I can’t fail her again. Once I’m on my feet again, I head to the police station. I can report him for being on this side of the city unlawfully, and they would give her back to me. I quickly open up my phone and track Elosie’s location. Thankful that I had a tracking device installed in her bracelet. “Good afternoon,” I say once I reach the reception area. The officer looks up from the computer. “Can I help you, Miss?”I look around the reception area. The walls look too familiar. “I would like to report a crime.” “What kind of crime?” She seems interested now that I have mentioned crime. “Kidnapping. My sister was taken from my house today,” I say, turning the phone to her, and she stares blankly at the picture of Eloise.“How do you know this?” she asks.My heart beats fast. “I saw the people who took her. I just couldn’t get to her in time.”“Okay. I’m gonna

CamilleMy eyes trail up to the man standing next to me. I barely reach his shoulders, his crowding the elevator. I can’t help but feel my hands getting sweaty, heart thundering.He says something, but I’m still thinking of how this marriage will work. Will he want to have sex with me? Will he want kids? I don’t want kids. Not if I’m just married to him for three years. My stupid heart pounds so loud I can hear it in my ears.He turns to me with a curious look on his face. Brows narrowed, his gaze searching.“What?” I don’t think I heard him clearly.“I asked you where she said he was taking her,” he says monotonously.“Oh. It’s the…Um..” I stutter, looking ahead at the glass door. “St Charles” He stares at me, then smiles before looking ahead. “I guess we will not be needing a lot of men,” he says, then straightens his shoulders. Immediately we step out of the building, he is walking to an SUV, which is already running.“You’ve met Paul,” he says to me, as I smile weakly at the man,