All Chapters of The Beta’s Unexpected Mates: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beta Stevens. His voice reminds me of someone I’ve heard before. But I quickly shake off the odd feeling to return to the kitchen, hoping the parcel with the ingredients I asked for had arrived. With renewed determination, I cross my fingers, praying to the goddess that no one inspects the package, or I’ll be screwed. Many of the herbs and roots I ordered are similar to those of the witches working in the house— the upper part of The Vibe club, where they have been staying since they were thrown out of their coven.Oh yes, witches. They are working alongside werewolves, which only implies they are up to something evil. Not all witches are bad, but the ones around here are soulless beings, like the Witch of the East -I could never remember her name. She likes torturing people. One time, she made the food appear and disappear, prolonging our hunger, causing people to pass out while she laughed with a horrendous cackling sound. The witches mask their true nature, making themselves exuber

AshleyI went down to the room I share with another girl, Gladys. She works as an exotic dancer in the club, but unlike me, she wasn’t abducted. Gladys was given the choice to either work the best her father left in the club’s clandestine casino or see her mother and siblings thrown out of Crescent Moon Pack to live as rogues. At just 18, she made the difficult choice to cover her father's gambling debts. He ultimately took his own life, leaving a wife and three kids to fend for themselves. Now she can’t leave this place until the debt her father owes is collected, and that could take many years, as we are talking about thousands of dollars.As promised, Jason arranged to have a dress delivered to me. I took a quick bath and put on the shimmering golden mini dress with great difficulty. I thought I would rip the tiny fabric by the way I had to squeeze my big tits into two sizes smaller to accommodate my large bosom. Whoever bought the dress wasn’t thinking about my body for sure

JackI watch impassive, Stevens’ body bleeding on the floor as her little fingers skim my length. I tilt my head back in ecstasy, millions of little fires igniting in my core. I’ve never felt something like this before. “Take me in your hands, baby. I’m all yours.” My raspy voice matches my hooded eyes gazing Ashley as she grips my dick and jerks me off. Her movements are awkward, so I guide her had, “Just like this, up and dawn, faster and harder. Yes, that’s it.” I’m surprised how fast she gets me high. Her other hand cups my balls, quizzing my sack with just the right pressure to make me explode. The moment is so intimate, we are definitely crossing a line here and I don’t think I would want it another way. This was not what I had in mind for our first sexual encounter, but I’ve been waiting so long for her touch, I could not help myself.My climax is close. ”Fuck, I’m going to come.” Her hand on my member slows down, I cover her hand with one of mine in an attempt to help her ride

JackAres, my wolf, howled in my head wanting to push through the mental barrier to shift as soon as he saw Ashley disappeared into the night. But I rained him in, needing the strength to fight off Alpha Jason who’s on my heels. I was standing in the middle of the alley waiting for him and his goons when an explosion rang in the air. Things happened so quickly that I didn't have much time to think about what to do next. First, Ashley ran back to the club without an explanation, and then the building went into flames. Plumes of smoke and ashes engulfed the city sky. After what I thought was an eternity, I watched as Ashley walked across the sidewalk hauling a group of girls and young women way from the fire. I sighed to my relief, and didn't hesitate to ran towards her. Bridging the gap between us, I opened my arms to bring her in a big hug. “What did just happened? I asked, referring to the sequences of the explosions and the building going up in smoke and flames.I go from being

AshleyI had the best night ever in the arms of my chosen mate. Jack and I aren’t fated, yet the connection was there; we are soulmates. His words replay in my mind over and over again: “Our hearts chose each other, that’s what matters.” With love like that, who needs their fated mate, right? I already felt goosebumps flaring my skin at the sight of him, but now that we marked each other, the sensation is tenfold. Our scents have mixed too, giving way to a distinctive one now as mates. He likes to say I smell like a peach, and for me, he has always smelled divine: peppermint and bergamot. It’s like I am an extension of his soul and mind; our thoughts are connected, which is so weird and fascinating at the same time. When my fangs sank into his skin, breaking the flesh and tasting his blood for the first time, a rush of his emotions overwhelmed me, and I could feel his pain, fears, and anger. Now we share more than a mind link; we also share a sixth sense that links us and lets us