All Chapters of Alpha's Mistress and the Beta: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Caleb’s POV I won’t allow it, no,no, She’s not evil. She’s not some cursed thing born of darkness. She’s light. She’s warmth. She’s everything I never thought I’d find in this cruel, twisted world. She’s… an angel. The purest soul I’ve ever encountered. So real it terrifies me. So bright I feel like a fraud beside her. And I’ll be damned before I let some shadowy creature try to taint her. She belongs to no darkness. She belongs to no curse. If anything… she belongs to me. And I’ll fight everything in between to protect her. I promised her I'd protect her with all my might. That wasn’t just a vow I made out loud it was the kind you make deep in your soul, the kind that shapes who you are. And godess help me, I intend to keep it. I storm out of the suffocating study, the corridor feels endless, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls like war drums. I don’t care if I look frantic. I am. After everything that’s happened, the creature, her scream, the way I found her limp in my

Caleb’s POV "Where were we before Raphael interrupted us..." she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. Before I can even form a response, she rises onto her toes and presses her lips to mine in a soft, fleeting kiss. She awakens something primal inside me. "Raven..." Her name escapes my lips like a prayer as my hand instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her closer. I want to taste her again, to savor every second of this moment. I tilt my head slightly, eyes tracing her face, the pink tint on her cheeks, the way her lips part just slightly. She’s flushed and stunning, and all I can think about is how she’s finally in my arms. I lower my head to meet her halfway, steadying her gently with one arm. My lips crush against hers, desperate and hungry. She responds instantly, her lips parting, inviting me in. My tongue finds hers, and we melt into each other. She moans softly, and I close my eyes, letting the sensation consume me, every motion, every touch, pulling me deeper. My

Beatrice’s POV As beautiful as this moment is, it can’t last, duty calls. He’s the Beta, second in command, and his responsibilities are endless. Caleb presses a soft kiss to my forehead before he leaves, his lingering scent and the gentle creak of the door closing behind him the only reminders of his presence. Before leaving, he brings me everything I might need: my clothes, my books, even the small wooden comb I left behind its my favorite, since I made it myself. The fact that he remembered something so small makes something stir in my chest. He’s kind, thoughtful, patient. So incredibly patient that it unsettles me. Because that’s how it starts, right? Mason, too, was kind once, gentle, charming. He knew exactly how to look at me, how to hold me, how to make me feel like the only girl in the world, before he ripped my heart out without remorse. But part of me was to blame, he first treated me horribly, and then he acted sweet. I should have known it was all an act. But how

Caleb’s POV The moment I find her on the damp ground, the air shifts. There’s something wrong here, something that clings to her like a shadow. I can’t shake off. Her eyes give her away. Beneath her stubbornness, beneath the way she tries to push me off, I see it… fear. And not just any fear the kind that seeps into your bones and makes the world colder. The thing that dragged her here… it’s still close. I can feel it, like a predator lurking just out of sight. I keep my distance, following her silently. I respect her space, but inside, every instinct in me is screaming to pull her close, to shield her from whatever darkness is hunting her. We don’t know what it is, not yet. But when we do… I swear it’s going to die by my hands. “I’ll head to my hostel room,” she says the moment we reach the pack’s borders. I want to argue, to tell her no, to keep her where I can see her, but I bite it back. “Alright,” I say instead, though the word tastes bitter in my mouth. ' Have someo

Beatrice’s POV "Why was I abandoned?" I ask, more rage building up inside me. I swallow hard to control it “You’ve… had these all along, All the memories?” Her eyes glisten. “Every single one.” The man step into the room, his presence filling it with quiet strength. “We never stopped watching you,” he says. My voice crack. “Then why wasn’t I with you? Why the hell was I alone my whole life?” They exchange a glance, the kind of glance people share when the truth is sharp enough to cut. “You were never meant to be alone,” my mother whispers, “but keeping you with us… would have meant your death before your first birthday.” I blink at her. “What?” “There are… rules,” my father says slowly, as if weighing every word. “Old, ancient laws among our kind. You are not just a wolf, Raven. You are more. A child of two bloodlines that were never meant to mix. Your mother,” he nods toward her , “is of the Stormblood, wolves born with the gift to command the wind and the skies. And