All Chapters of Mated To My Master's Beta: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ava's POV "I think the best thing right now is to find a way where Thorne would leave by himself. Leave the house himself willingly." Rhea said thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin. Her eyes were distant, like she was thinking through possibilities in her mind. "But how can we possibly do that? What would make him leave when Darien probably has guards watching him constantly?" "I can do that." Mira spoke up suddenly, her voice quiet. All eyes in the room immediately turned to her. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask Mira what she meant, but Briane cut me off before I could get a word out. "What are you talking about again? You already put everyone in terrible trouble. What are you going to do now?" Briane demanded, her voice rising sharply, not leaving Ashlen even though her face was flushed red. "We were all perfectly good, all perfectly fine until you came into our lives with your manipulative sister. You sure are bad luck personified. Causing harm everywhere you go a

Darien's POV "We found nothing, Alpha." One of the guards approached me and bowed low, his head nearly touching his knees. I was sitting in the sitting room now, slouched in one of the expensive chairs that used to belong to Thorne and Ava. My fingers drummed impatiently on the armrest as I glared at the guard. The nerve of him to come back empty-handed. I reached out and picked up the decorative vase sitting on the table in front of me. It was heavy, made of ceramic with intricate patterns painted on it. Without hesitation, I hurled it directly at him with all my strength. It hit him directly in the middle of his head with a sickening thud. The vase shattered on impact, pieces of ceramic flying everywhere. He flinched from the blow, his body jerking backwards, but he dared not raise his head or move away. Blood immediately started gushing out of the wound on his forehead, running down his face in dark red streams and dripping onto the expensive rug below. "And what am I supposed

Thorne's POV My gaze was fixed intently on the door Darien had just gone out through, watching until his footsteps faded away down the hallway. Only when I was certain he was truly gone did my smile slowly disappear from my face, melting away like ice in the sun. That bastard! The words screamed in my mind, filled with rage. FLASHBACK 1 BEGINS I fucking can't believe what I had just heard between Velra and Darien right now. The conversation kept replaying in my head over and over, each word like a knife twisting deeper. I had left the sitting room earlier after hearing the devastating news that my family was dead. The information had hit me like a physical blow, making my chest tight and my eyes burn with unshed tears. They were my only family—my mother, my siblings—and the thought that something terrible had happened to them infuriated me beyond measure. I couldn't protect them. That realization alone was crushing, suffocating. What kind of son was I? What kind of brother

Thorne's POV FLASHBACK 1 CONTINUES I looked at Laron bowing again to me, his head lowered respectfully. I hadn't made the wrong choice by pulling him into my room out of everybody else passing in the hallway. He would definitely want to do what I needed him to do...he owed me his sister's life. Then, after everything that happened with the children, I had told Darien that I had successfully delivered the children to the buyer. But I'd claimed that the Alpha buyer had lied about me not delivering the kids, trying to get them for free without paying. I had also made Laron testify to support my story, and he'd done it perfectly, backing up every word I said. The kids had been taken safely to their families by Laron, each child returned to crying, grateful parents who'd thought they'd never see their children again. Some of the youngest ones couldn't talk clearly enough or describe where they lived, so those had been placed in good orphanage homes where they'd be properly cared for.

THE D-DAY (DAY OF THE BINDING CEREMONY)Ava's POVI carefully slipped into the navy blue gown that Thorne had bought for me on one of our shopping trips together, back when things were normal and happy. The memory of that day flashed through my mind...him holding up the dress with excitement in his eyes, insisting I try it on and I didn't wanted to, not because I didn't like it but because I had checked the price tag before and it was damn expensive.The fabric was soft and luxurious against my skin, flowing smoothly as I pulled it up over my body. I remember he had also gotten a matching navy blue suit that same day and said we were going to match as a couple, looking coordinated and perfect together. But his suit is lying unused in our old house, probably gathering dust, unworn and waiting for an occasion that never came.Mira stepped closer to me, and reached behind me and helped zip up the gown, her fingers working the zipper smoothly up my back. Then she adjusted the off-shoulder