All Chapters of A Beta's Heart: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Art’s POVI woke to a light feathery touch moving across my face. I realized what it was right away, so I didn't move. I stayed still and kept my breath slow and steady, making my little Alpha believe I was still asleep. I could feel his eyes on my face, but they weren't following the path of his fingers. They were creating their own path, mapping every inch of my face and committing it to memory. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest as his upper body rested against mine. I could hear each relaxed breath he took, while hearing every thought that went through his pretty little mind. His walls were down, unaware I was awake. The first thing I realized was that he didn't feel detached. He felt whole. Complete. In fact, more complete than I've ever felt him. More complete than the first time I met him, which makes it hard to pretend like I'm still asleep, because damn, my heart wants to palpitate.I never knew how much damage I did when I first met him. I never knew

Third Person's POV Those ice blue eyes blurred as Lennox's eyes filled with tears. His mind, which was blank moments ago, was now filled with many questions. Questions he wasn't sure he'd ever get the answers to. Not since the person who holds the answers is now dead.Lennox allows the omega's lower half to rest against his thighs so he can free a hand. Then, with that free hand, he reached up and brushed the dirty hair away from the thin, frail face he couldn't pull his eyes away from. He wasn't sure what color the omega's hair was. It was so dirty he couldn't tell whether it was naturally dark or if something lighter lay beneath the filth. The Omega was way too light. He couldn't have weighed more than 60 lb. He could feel every bone under his touch. There wasn't an ounce of meat on his body. His skin is very pale, and he's not sure if it's from being hidden away from the Sun for far too long or if it's naturally like that. Scars litter his frail body, and newer wounds are scabbe

Third Person's POVOver three hours had passed, and still no word from the doctor. Alaric's arm stretches up over his head against the wall next to the window, bracing himself as he leans against it, staring out at the sky, watching the warm colors fill it as the sun sets. “Why did you attack Silver pack?” Alaric asked his father, who stood beside him, looking out the window. Lennox sighed heavily and turned away from the window, walking back to where he had been sitting and sat down. Alaric turned to watch his Father, waiting for a reply. “Ten years ago, we attended one of those damn annual events. I brought ten omegas with me, like I always had, and I let two go. One of them went to a pack four hours from here, and the other went to the Silver pack. The one from Silver pack escaped two weeks ago and returned here. He came back here because his dad was here when he left, and he was hoping he was still here.”“Was he?” Alaric asked, cutting his father off. He sighed a breath in r

Alaric's POVI perked up when my father stepped out of my dad's hospital room. Adrian moved out of my arms and stepped to the side, allowing me to move forward and approach my father.“How is he?”“He's tired. Why don't you go in there and see him before he falls asleep?” I didn't need to be told twice. I really wanted to see him. I pressed a chaste kiss to Adrian's lips before stepping past my father and slipping into the room.The sound of the door closing behind me must have woken him, because his eyes fluttered open. I can't express the amount of relief I felt when his eyes opened, showing he was indeed alive.It was a whirlwind of emotions when I first found him. I went from thinking he was dead to having him alive, then discovering how sick and hurt he was the next moment. I was scared he might not wake up from surgery. So seeing those eyes open puts all my fears at ease in an instant. I moved forward, pushing the chair my father was using aside, and sat down on the bed beside

Wren's POVWhen the Alpha left my room, I thought he wouldn't be back until much later. I knew he had to eat breakfast and had more important things to do than sit in this room with me, which is why I was surprised when he came back so soon. My heart jumped with excitement, before beating faster, and a smile spread clear across my face. But it slowly disappeared when I saw the large tray of food in his hands. My stomach sank. Is he really going to do that? Is he really going to sit there and eat in front of me? Flaunt the food that he can eat, and show me what I can never have? They loved doing that to us. They'd eat the juiciest steaks, burgers, pastas, meatloafs, you name it, they'd eat it right in front of us. It was torture to be so hungry, smell their delicious food, and watch them eat it right in front of you. I expected it from them, even from some of the men here, but not from him. I looked down at my lap and twisted the sheets in my hands. I wouldn't allow myself to look,