All Chapters of The Weekend With The Beta: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zach The twins ran over with the first aid kit. They ruined the moment I had with Nicole, and I could only sigh as I pulled away from the kiss, pretending that we were not about doing anything. I wanted to remind her of what she has been missing out on. “Uncle Zach! We got the first aid kit for Aunt Nicole!” The kids said, all in an over-excited frenzy as they both high-fived and then handed the kit over to me. My hands were opened sheepishly. “Thank you, kids, you're so helpful!” Nicole said, smiling as she tried to high-five the twins at the same time, and nearly caused herself to fall at once, luckily I caught her in mid-air, pulling her to me. “Prone to falling now?” I asked her, her face inches away from mine. I could feel her morning dew breath on my skin. She pulled away, giving me a light chuckle, pressing her fingers into my chest. “Kids, tell Uncle Zach that Aunt Nicole is tired of sitting on the grass,” she said as she turned to face the kids, trying t

Nicole.. I woke up to a faint whisper of my name. It wasn’t loud. I hung my head in anticipation of it, and soon I thought it was just a dream, but the voice called my name once more. I glanced around the dark room, the soft, cool sheets clung to my skin, and the scent of Zach’s cologne lingered in the air, reminding me of the intense, almost surreal moment we had shared not too long ago together q. But what had happened after that? I couldn’t remember. The fog in my mind was thick, leaving everything feeling fragmented. “Nicole…” the whisper came again, this time a little louder, as if it was coming from right outside the window. I shivered, the hair on my arms rising, giving me goose bumps. I wanted to tell myself that I was just imagining things. It had to be my mind playing tricks on me. It was late, and the euphoria of what happened just a while ago still lingered in my head. Still, I sat up on the bed, and threw a glance at the clock on my nightstand. It was j

Zach.. The room was suffocatingly hot, but the heat wasn’t from the weather, it was from me. Sweat poured down my face in steady streams, soaking my shirt and dripping onto the floor. My body felt like it was on fire, and no amount of gritting my teeth could stop the pained groans that escaped me. Every nerve in my body screamed, and more so, it hurt that I couldn’t control it. “Zach, calm down!” Jack’s voice cut through my haze, edged with concern. I could see blurry his figure above mine, his hand pressed against my shoulder, trying to steady me as I writhed on the couch from the pain and torture that was pounding through my body. “I can’t, Jack, it hurts!” I yelled, squeezing my eyes shut. My breathing came in ragged gasps as if the very air was turning to flames inside my chest. It might as well be, I might as well have been transforming to a fire breathing dragon. The door opened, and I could tell from the scent that Leah had just strode in, her face a stor

Nicole The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ceiling fan right above me, and the very audible chirping of birds that permeated the room. I stirred awake, feeling the weight of sleep lifting slowly from my body. My mind was clearer than before, I didn’t feel like my chest was being weighed down by an invisible force. Leah had been right; I needed the rest. And that tea she gave me really helped. Sometimes I imagined what I could possibly do without her always around me, looking out for me. I sat up straight on the bed, blinking against the soft light streaming in through the curtains. My limbs, although lighter than they had been the first time I woke up, was still heavier than usual, but the dull ache of exhaustion was gone. I glanced at the bedside clock, 11:18 a.m. It was a bit late, but there was still enough time in the day to feel productive. “Alright,” I muttered to myself, stretching my my body, my fingers clasped together as I got out of bed. “Tim

Nicole The glass shattered into a hundred tiny pieces, scattering across the floor like confetti. I wasn’t upset—not really. Small accidents like this had become routine. “Oh my… Leah! Are you alright?” I asked, moving quickly to scan her hands and feet for cuts as I bent down. “I’m fine, Nicole,” she muttered, holding my gaze before crouching to pick up the shards. “Leah… what’s going on? You’ve been acting strange lately, and now this?” I knelt beside her, helping gather the fragments. She chuckled nervously. “I was startled for a moment. Then I remembered—there are no werewolves here. Maybe you saw a very big dog that looked like one.” Her laugh should have eased my concern, but I had a nagging inkling she wasn’t being entirely honest. I’d known Leah too long to expect answers when I asked. If I wanted the truth, I’d have to figure out another way. We both stood, hands pressed against the counter for balance. “Are you really okay?” I asked again, moving towar