All Chapters of The Beta's Salvation: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sky POVThe heat of the bath danced across my skin; it should have relaxed me, but it didn't. Instead, I held my breath. Zeke's fingers ghosted over my back, the warm sponge trailing along my skin with an unbearable slowness that sent shivers rippling through my body. His touch was maddening—firm yet careful, reverent but teasing, igniting something dangerous under my skin.I clenched my jaw, willing myself not to make a sound.Not to moan.Not to give him the satisfaction.Because if I did, if I let even the smallest sound slip past my lips, I knew he'd never let me forget it.The bathwater lapped gently around me, the soft sound mingling with my ragged breathing. I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling in a slow, uneven rhythm as Zeke dragged the sponge over my shoulder, the heat of his palm pressing against my skin as he flicked my hair over one side, exposing my neck.I shuddered.His fingers lingered, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just below my ear, his breath

Zeke POVI lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling of Sky's old room, my arms folded behind my head. Faded posters of bands and actors were taped up in a chaotic array, edges peeling and corners curling inward, like they were clinging on for dear life.There were so many of them—eyes everywhere. Watching me. Judging me. I couldn't help but wonder how she ever slept in here with so many faces staring down at her. Payne stirred in the back of my mind, letting out a soft growl of annoyance."She likes being looked at." he muttered, almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why do you think she put them up in the first place? She likes being the center of attention. Always has." A wry smile tugged at my lips. Payne wasn't wrong. Sky thrived on attention—always did.Even as a teenager, she walked with that confident, carefree swagger that drew eyes without her even trying. Maybe it was part of her charm, or maybe it was her way of masking the pain she kept buried deep do

Zeke POV I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn slowly and push myself off the door, rolling my shoulders back and dragging in a deep breath. I didn't have time to wallow in guilt or question my choices. I had to focus on her.As I rounded the corner to the stairs, I nearly tripped over Wayne's body, sprawled across the floor.Fuck.For a second, I just stared down at him, my pulse still hammering like a war drum in my chest. He wasn't moving—completely out cold. A small smear of blood marked the floor where his head had hit it on the way down.Guilt punched me in the gut.I crouched down beside him, carefully checking his pulse—steady and strong, just like I knew it would be. But seeing him like this—broken and crumpled because of me—made my stomach twist into knots.This wasn't who I was. I wasn't supposed to hurt my pack. I wasn't supposed to let my emotions control me.I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to steady myself before grabbing Wayne under the arms and

Sky POVThe smell hit me before I even opened my eyes—crispy bacon, buttery toast, and rich coffee. I shot upright in bed, my heart already fluttering.He did it again.My gaze fell on the tray and the note placed beside it, folded neatly. I didn't even need to read it again—I already had the words memorized.‘Training yard. Before 7. We'll go slow. Just us.– Z’A wide smile spread across my face as I grabbed the bacon and bit down with a satisfied moan. I ate fast, giddy with anticipation.This wasn't just about breakfast.It was about him listening.He understood my fear. My need to take control. He'd seen me at my weakest, and instead of pushing me away, he was giving me the tools to stand tall again.God, it felt good.I devoured everything—crunchy toast, creamy scrambled eggs—and licked a smear of grease from my thumb as I read the note again, my heart fluttering like a schoolgirl's.After scraping every last crumb from the plate, I kicked off the covers and padded toward the wa

The sting in my muscles was sharp and constant, but I welcomed it.Pain meant progress.I moved through the drills like a woman possessed—duck, punch, twist, block—my body moving on instinct now. My bruises had faded to soft yellow and green patches, and though my ribs still ached when I pushed too hard, I didn't slow down. Couldn't.Zeke stood across the field, watching. He didn't come near me. Not once.Not like before. He gave orders to the others, sparred with Kade, checked stances, but when it came to me? He kept his distance. He didn't correct my posture. Didn't spar with me. Didn't even brush past.I wasn't upset by it.Or jealous.I got it.This was him playing it smart—keeping up appearances. Playing good Beta to a tyrant Alpha. Neo was always watching, and Zeke knew the cost if he stepped too close, lingered too long. We both knew.So I trained harder.Every move, every breath, every slam of my body into the dirt was a middle finger to Neo's idea of who I was supposed to be.