Todos los capítulos de A Beta's Heart: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Adrian's POV I can't believe this man! I laughed as he grabbed at my hips while kissing the back of my neck. He waited until we reached my floor before he began his assault, sucking, kissing, and nipping at my neck while his hands tugged at me.I tried my hardest not to be aroused by it, but I quickly learned how impossible that was. Just the touch of his fingertips caused goosebumps to spread like a wildfire across my body. The flick of his tongue against my neck caused my heart to palpitate, and my breath stuttered. I was at his mercy by each tender touch, and when I spun around to look into his exotic blue eyes, I was stunned by their beauty, and my breath was taken. I'm hopelessly turned into a slave of his love. My heart forever beats for him, and just the touch of his fingertips turns me into a shuddering mess, and longing for more. But when I touch him, I see he's in the same helpless mess. His heart beats forever for me, and the touch of my fingertips brings him to his knees

Third Person's POV “Son… It's been a long time.In fact, it's been too long,” King Philip said, stepping forward to get a better look at his son. Art didn't know what to say; he was suddenly at a loss for words. He's been running from his father for 20 years, but even so, he would be lying if he said he didn't miss him. “Do you know how much money and resources I had to use these past 20 years to find you? Do you know how much of a headache you've caused for not just me, but your mother, your sister, brother, and the entire Kingdom! What were you thinking?”Art scuffed and stepped back, away from his father. “So typical of you! Here I was thinking I missed you, but then you opened your mouth, and I see nothing has changed!” Art said, his chest tightened. For a moment, he thought this reunion would turn out the way he always wished it would. But his father is proving that nothing will ever change. He will remain the same ornery, overly strict man he's always been.“Is that so? And w

Third Person's POV Nikolai frets over his clothes, running his hands over the front of his shirt, trying to straighten it further than it already is. He has already straightened it one too many times, yet he still feels something isn't right.He smoothes his hand over his hair, praying it hasn't frizzed up since he last looked in the mirror. His nerves are through the roof; he fears he looks nowhere near representable enough for dinner with the King.Nikolai turns to Art and tugs on his arm, worry shows in his eyes as he looks up at the older Alpha.“Maybe I should go back and change? I think I can find something nicer.” Art sighs and smiles as he grabs Nikolai's hip and pulls him against his chest. “You look perfect! You don't need to change a thing,” Art said, his fingers gliding along his mate's jaw as his head dips. His lips lightly brush against Nikolai's teasingly, and the smaller Alpha whines as he grips Art's shirt and tugs him closer, needing to press their lips together, f

Art's POV My body was stiff, every muscle tensed as I sat at the large ballroom table. This isn't where I expected we would sit. I knew we would be in a formal dining room, but I assumed it would be the smaller, more intimate one, not one with a table big enough to seat 50-plus people.It was quickly becoming clear that this wasn't an innocent dinner with my father. He was trying to prove something, but what? Was he trying to make me feel guilty for leaving all those years ago? Did he think seeing everyone I left behind would make me not want to leave again? Was that his plan? They were all here, every person that stood in the throne room when I entered it are now seated at the ridiculously long table. I don't know what my father is trying to accomplish, but whatever it is, he won't! The best he can do is make me feel guilty, but it won't keep me here. Nothing will!My body tenses further the longer I sit here. I fight the urge to let my eyes roam to the right and see exactly who my

Art's POV“Wow! Are all of these your graduating honors?” Nikolai asked.“One sec,” I said, then pulled my lip back between my teeth as I focused on drawing the most ridiculous handlebar mustache on my brother's face. “Art! Your father is going to kill you!” My little Alpha scolded, and I laughed as I put the cap back on, then hid the marker under the planter where it apparently had been for the past 20 years. Either someone hasn't been doing their job properly when cleaning, or they kept this marker here just for me. “Na! Wipes right off the glass unless it sits for a few days. Then you really gotta put some elbow grease into it to get that sucker off! That's what I'm aiming for here,” I said, standing back to admire my work. “Next time, I need to make it a little bigger so I can really go crazy with the curls at the ends.”Nikolai slapped my arm, then pointed to the plaque under my picture. “Oh. Yeah. That's all my graduating honors from school and training.” I said, slipping my