All Chapters of The Weekend With The Beta: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zach It had been a long, grueling week. I and Jack had been hunting rogues, one after another, each hunt lead fizzling out like a candle flame that couldn’t stay lit after another. It was easy to get exhausted over it. The rogues didn’t follow any particular kind of order, they did not have a pack, and that made them unpredictable, but not just do, they were also dangerous. It made the hunt feel endless, like I was chasing shadows that always slipped out of reach. I landed a punch on a man, one of the rogues. He had been running from us for days, but we finally caught a few minutes ago by chance. Because of how hard he made it for us to get hold of him, I wanted to make him pay with all the anger boiling within my bones. He stumbled backwards, clutching his ribs, eyes wide, open with pain. I was furious at him, furious at the hunt, furious at the frustration that kept building inside of me. I wasn’t a violent man by nature, but this week had tested every ounce of my pat

Nicole I found myself in a space encircled by darkness. “Nicole,” a voice whispered. Zach. That was all I could think of as my eyes fluttered open. The voice marched straight to his face—it was him. A kiss landed lightly on my cheek. His lips hovered just inches away, and I instinctively lifted my hands to feel where he had just touched me, to confirm it was real. Opening my eyes, I saw him smiling right before me. For a moment, I wasn’t sure this was real. “Are you real?” I whispered, not wanting to wake from what felt like a dream. Relief and disbelief tangled in my chest. “I’m right here with you, Nicole. Of course I’m real,” he replied, kissing my cheek again. “What… what happened?” I jolted upright. “How are you here? What’s going on?” I scrambled to my feet, heart racing. “Calm down, Nicole,” he said gently, stepping closer. “Don’t you dare,” I snapped, taking a step back. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You’ve been acting weird ever since, and I’m the on

Nicole “Zach…” I didn't know when his name left my lips, he laid me down on the bed and then fell to his knees, his body towered over me. He was beautiful, I could stay like this, watching him, trying to trace every piece of his face, to make the lines on him. He took off the shirt as swiftly as he could, a buttoned popped off and we both laughed. He then started pushing my legs apart, I felt my heart drop to my stomach as the tingling sensation between my legs increased. He took his time, removing my shoes and tossing them to the side of the bed. He slowly pushed my dress upwards to my hips as he took off my underwear, I arched my back to make it easier. “You're already soaking wet… for me baby,” his voice was barely above a whisper but I trembled as I felt the vibrations on my thighs. He laid kisses all over my legs, his lips lingered as they got closer to the center. “You're so beautiful… I have to taste you,” he plunged his tongue into me without warning, he was

Nicole.. The first thing I felt was warmth. Zach’s arm draped heavy and protective across my waist, pinning me gently to the bed. Morning light slipped through the blinds in narrow stripes, painting the room in soft gold. Clothes lay scattered on the floor — a messy, silent testimony of the night before. My body ached, but it wasn’t unpleasant; it was a reminder of how completely we had surrendered to each other. For a moment, I let myself savor it. His steady breathing against my back. The slow circles his fingers drew on my skin even in his sleep. The safety of his presence. But reality crept in, quiet and uninvited. I remembered the flicker in his eyes yesterday, the way his voice had cracked when I asked where he’d been. The tension he’d tried to mask. Whatever he told me last night hadn’t been the whole truth. I could feel it in my bones. I shifted carefully from under his arm, slipping on one of his shirts from the floor. The scent of him clung to the fabric like

Nicole.. I woke to the feel of Zach’s fingers trailing down my arm, leaving a shiver in their wake. His touch was light, teasing, as if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wake me or let me sleep a little longer. When I opened my eyes, he was leaning over me, his face half-hidden by shadows despite the morning light streaming through the window. “You’re awake,” he said softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I stretched, arching my back slightly, knowing his eyes followed the movement. “I am now.” Zach’s gaze lingered a moment too long before he stood, pulling away like he always did—distant, unreadable, like he was holding back a part of himself. It drove me insane. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly. “Get up. I want to take you somewhere.” I blinked at him, surprised. Zach wasn’t one for spontaneous gestures. “Now?” I asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket around me. He nodded, his lips curving into the faintest smirk