All Chapters of The Lost Beta: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The river covered Emily's head in an instant and she became frightened. The rushing water drained her of her strength and the cold took her breath away. Lungs burned, arms thrashed, and the cut at her side throbbed with pain. Alexander was yelling her name somewhere above, but the sound was rapidly diminishing.She kicked upward, desperate to find the surface. However, the water showed no mercy. Like a doll in the hands of fate, she was flipped deeper by the undercurrent. Panic fought its way into her chest as her limbs became heavier by the moment. She made an effort to recall the inhale, glide, and kick rhythm that Alexander had taught her. However, there was only anguish and no air.Deep inside the water a glimmer of silver light appeared. She briefly believed that she was going to die. However, she was drawn toward the surface by warm arms that looped about her waist. She was protected from the river like an invisible dome by a ripple of heat that surged through the water.She gas

The Sacred Grove revelation seemed brighter than the next day that evening. Emily and a funny feeling walking around the healer's cabin. Her fingers lightly touched the rune-marked bark of the trees and murmurs, memories she couldn't remember, and even truths that weren't part of her life as an omega were carried by the breezes. Her history was colliding with her future in the breeze, and she wasn’t certain if she was ready.Alexander talked to Rowan, the weathered warrior who had been her father's servant, inside. Rowan’s presence was a direct challenge to Alpha Maddox’s authority, and even now, Emily could hear the growl in Alexander’s voice, straining to keep the peace. “If you defy Maddox now, we must be ready for war,” Rowan warned. “And the pack may not follow.”“We don’t need them all to follow,” Alexander muttered. “Just enough to stand.” His loyalty burned in every word, a stark contrast to Emily’s own doubts. She wanted to fight, but for what? For justice? Revenge? Or for th

Emily and Alexander stood motionless on the edge of the charred forest, where silver streaks were reflected by the low moon. Like a warning, the smell of unknown wolf hunters permeated the air. Emily's heartbeat accelerated. These were not your typical outlaws; they moved with the confidence of men who had previously hunted their sort and the accuracy of assassins. Alexander moved slightly ahead of her, protecting her with his body out of reflex. "We need to act right away," he stated in a quiet, rough tone. Their steps were silenced by brittle leaves and pine needles as they dashed into the forest. But the forest offered no comfort. The quiet was too pure, too void. Emily's grip on Alexander's wrist grew firmer as they advanced, her thoughts spinning with fear and forecasts. She sensed the magic in her veins stirring to existence once more, a latent power rising as peril approached.They ultimately reached the edge of a hidden gully after Alexander pulled her down behind a bush. He

Alexander and Emily were engulfed in tension despite the exiting silence, but it wasn't hostility; but something far more profound and risky. The type that holds back from bursting into flames, boiling just beneath the exterior. As the moonlight consumed the secluded area of the pack house, Emily rested on the wall. She had her jaw clenched trying to steady herself as Alexander stepped closer to her. The war waging inside him was revealed by the ferocity in his eyes."Do you really believe I can go now? after all that's happened?" He inquired in a husky and deep voice. As he approached, Emily's breath stuck in her throat and it made her speechless. Both attracted to and terrified of the guy who had both broken and restored her, her fingers quivered against her sides.She was imprisoned as his hands settled on either side of her head. But he looked into her eyes, requesting her consent. His lips seized hers with a hunger that broke down every barrier she had ever constructed when she e

The valley was quiet like a mournful song after the last howl. Emily stood on the remains of the Moonshadow ritual circle, her heritage shattered emblem fractured below her feet. Her skin had ash on them, smoke and scorched blood wafting up her nostrils. Though her spirit was lost in depth of grief, she firmly held Alexander's hand. Alexander surveyed the devastation with squinting eyes. His pack had survived, but barely. The ambush from the rogue faction had been brutal, a distraction to let the Alpha Council’s enforcers infiltrate their defenses. They had come for Emily not to capture, but to kill. "This was never about control," Alexander murmured, his voice hoarse. "It was about erasure." Emily was very upset. They attempted to erase her from history. But she survived. Again. Her bloodline would not be forgotten. Not while she still breathed. "Then let them know," she said in a tremulous but strong whisper. "The last queen stands. And she will not fall."Talia came over with her