All Chapters of A Beta's Heart: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third Person's POVThe Omega sits comfortably straddling his mate's lap. His arms wrapped loosely around his thick, muscular neck, smiling as he looked into his Delta's warm brown eyes. The Delta's warm brown eyes sparkle as he looks at his Omega in awe. He can feel his mate's little vines wrapping around his waist and traveling down his arms, which are wrapped tightly around the Omega. Weston closes his eyes when the Omega kisses the tip of his nose. When he opens his eyes, his heart flutters to see the Omega presenting the tip of his finger with a small pink flower growing from a tiny vine wrapped around his finger. He looks into the Omega's sparkling blue eyes that are full of innocence, love, and happiness, and he finds himself amazed that someone like Skylar exists and is all his. “You amaze me, Little Flower,” Weston said, trailing his finger along the Omega's jaw. Skylar bit his lower lip as he smiled, hoping it would keep the blush away, but it didn't. Warmth spread across h

Third Person's POV Nikolai looks around the fire while sitting beside Art. His eyes land on Andre as he walks to the other side of the fire and reaches into the cooler. He tilts his head as he looks at the commander, and he realizes he knows next to nothing about him, aside from one little detail he overheard just a little while ago. It was kind of hard not to hear it when he was standing right next to where he pinned Art to the ground.Nikolai pressed against Art's link, and he turned to look at him as he opened it.“What's up, love?” Art asked through the link. “What's the scoop with Andre? I know you've known Lance since diapers, and he grew up in the castle with you, but I don't know anything about Andre. When did he come into the picture? What's his story? And yes, I heard him mention his tiger back there, so don't leave that out!”Art sighed as he looked forward, his eyes falling on Andre as he tilted the can back and downed half of his beer in one go. Memories of the Commander

Third Person's POV “He finished school, top of his class, and training was no different. He worked hard and finished training with high honors. This past year, he's been shadowing his father and grandfather, learning all about the kingdom and what the King does,” Charlotte said, smiling proudly at her son. “Man, the last time I saw you, you were this big and trying to mimic my movements with a stick when I was learning how to wield a sword.” Art said, looking at his nephew in awe. He was amazed at how much he had grown, but then again, it had been 20 years. He was no longer that little 3-year-old boy; now he's a 23-year-old man who looks more like the king than his father, Henry does. Willem looked down. “I don't remember that because I don't remember you,” Willem lied. He abruptly stood, walked away from the table, and went into the kitchen. Henry glared at his brother from across the table, but Art ignored him and followed Willem. He stood at the entrance of the kitchen and lean

Third Person's POV Weston waited until the King was on the other side of the field, then he set Skylar down, knelt, and took his face into his hands. “Are you okay?” the Delta 1 asked, his eyes scanning the Omega's face.“Yes.” The Omega breathes out. Weston signed as he dropped his forehead against Skylar. His warm breath fanned the Omega's face. Skylar's hands slide up Weston's chest until he reaches his neck, and his fingers find one of his dreadlocks. He begins playing with it the way he always does, and Weston smiles. Weston pulls back to look at the Omega, and he smiles again. “Little flower…You were amazing!” Weston said, caressing the Omega's cheek. A smile spread across Skylar's face, and his chest filled with warmth. His wolf preened at the compliment, and his heart soared at the endearing name. It's his favorite one. ~§~Lennox ignored the raging pain in his side and lower abdomen as he lifted his son into his arms. Alaric hissed as searing

Third Person's POV Alaric gasped as he woke up. It took him a moment to determine what part of his dream was real and what was just a dream. He lifted his head as he pulled the sheet up to see if his leg was missing, like it was in his dream. His heart beat loud in his ear as he slowly inched the sheet up until it revealed two legs and two feet. He pushed out a loud breath as he dropped his head back against the pillow. “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath as he rubbed his face. He froze when he remembered another part of his dream. Adrian. In his dream, he was dead. Aldrich smiled evilly at him as he held his Beta's severed head.Alaric shot upright and looked around the room. His heart stilled when his eyes landed on Adrian's sleeping face. He looks peaceful as he sleeps leaning back against the chair. His Beta surprisingly doesn't have any significant injuries. Aside from a few bruises, scrapes, and cuts, he looks perfectly fine. “Adrian,” Alaric calls out. He didn't want to wake