All Chapters of Mated To My Master's Beta: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lyra’s POV "I hope she's safe, anyway she goes," Briane said softly as she poured herself a glass of water, her voice low. I nodded slowly. "I hope so, too," I replied. Or maybe that was a lie. Because deep inside, I felt…restless. What if Ava really made it out alive? What if she actually found somewhere safe out there? Somewhere far from here. Somewhere no one would ever find her. That should be a good thing, right? I should be relieved. Maybe even happy. And part of me was...because with her gone, maybe the Alpha would finally notice me. Maybe now, I wouldn’t be invisible. But then again…Who will the Luna take her anger out on now? No. No, this isn't right. I liked it. I loved watching Ava get punished. Watching her cry, beg, tremble under Luna Alina’s hand. The way her eyes always looked wide and broken. The way she never fought back. I liked how helpless she looked...like something waiting to be crushed. And now she’s just going to slip away? No. I can't let her

Ava's POV I was so fucking tired. My legs shook with every step, like they could give out any second. My throat was dry, my lips cracked, and my feet felt like they’d been stabbed a thousand times. I didn’t know what time it was, but it felt like I’d been walking forever. The darkness all around me didn’t help and every sound made me jump. I wanted to lie down. Just for a little while. Was that safe? Should I rest? Would the guards still be asleep? Maybe they wouldn’t even know I was gone yet. Maybe no one would find out unless the Alpha or Luna sent for me in the morning. So…could I just stop and rest until daybreak? Shit! I didn’t know what to do anymore. I am so exhausted I could barely think straight. My head felt like it was splitting. Maybe I should close my eyes for a few minutes, just until I had enough strength to keep going. Even if it wasn’t morning yet, maybe I could move again once I felt stronger. But…where was I even going? What if I found someone, an

Ava's POV "Stop!" Alpha Darien barked. The sharp sound made my body flinch, even though I could barely move. Thorne froze in place, the whip hanging limp in his hand as it fell to the ground. Thorne didn’t say a word, just turned around and walked to dark corner. I was barely conscious. My skin felt like it had been peeled back, my arms trembled uselessly by my sides, and the only thing keeping me upright was the thick rope tied around my wrists. My knees had long since given out. Blood and sweat trickled down my spine, the sting of each lash still etched into my bones. Thorne had struck me fifteen times. I counted them—not out loud, but in my head...because I couldn’t scream anymore after the tenth. And every time he lifted the whip, I saw the pain in his eyes...The deep, horrible kind that made his hands shake between hits. He didn’t want to do it. I knew that. But he had no choice. None of us did. I can't ask him to get his family killed because of me. I can't. I won’t be the r

Ava's POV "Don't give up, Ava...survive." I heard a familiar voice and i turned slowly as my eyes met with the old man. He was standing there, but this time without his stick. “No... I don’t want to,” I whispered, shaking my head, tears filling my eyes. My fingers trembled as I raised the knife, the blade facing my stomach. “I’m tired... I’m going to kill myself.” I closed my eyes tightly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted it to end. Nothing...no one...could stop me this time. “Ava...” My eyes fluttered open. My heart slammed into my ribs as I saw my mother standing beside the old man, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mom..." My voice cracked. The knife slipped from my hands and fell to the ground as I stared at her. “I’m sorry, Ava,” she said, stepping closer. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry you had to go through all this. But please, don’t give up. You deserve to live. You deserve a happy life where there’s freedom.” Her voice...it was soft, just like I

Ava's POV My stomach twisted violently, the nausea curling deep in my gut like a storm refusing to settle. But then...I looked at Thorne, at the tiredness in his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and he looked like he'd aged ten years from worry. There were dark shadows under his eyes, his shoulders drooped with exhaustion, and the lines on his face were deeper than I remembered. It was like watching someone carry the weight of an entire world on their back. And something fierce lit up inside me. How long had he been holding all this in? How long had he been planning in silence, carrying this burden all alone just to keep me safe? I hated that. I hated that he was hurting because of me. I hated this pack. This house. This life. I hated every damn thing in this world. And I…I’d rather burn than watch him suffer any longer. “I’ll do it,” I whispered before I could stop myself, the words escaping my mouth. Thorne’s eyes widened in panic, his body tensing like I’d sla