All Chapters of The Beta and The Lost Heiress: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

TESSA’S POVI’d woken up to realize Wraith wasn’t on the bed. He was by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking calmly into the phone in his hand, but the hard look in his eyes told me there was nothing calm about the conversation he was having with the person on the other end.He was in nothing but his briefs, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from trailing lower. It took everything in me to look away and focus on the tension in his shoulders.I watched the slight tightening of his jaw, something he always did when he was annoyed. He finally ended the call, tossing his phone on the table before turning to me. He managed to put on a smile, but I could see through it.“Did I wake you?” he asked as he returned to my side on the bed.“No. You didn’t.”I couldn’t even hear a word of what he’d said to the caller. In times like this, werewolf hearing did come in handy.“Did you enjoy your sleep?” he asked, placing a kiss on my lips and then my forehead.“I did.” I admitted, blushing at the memory

DIANA’S POVMy son was starved, brutally beaten up, and then killed.I stared down at the she-wolf lying on the floor before me. Angelina, one of the beloved members of the Silver Pack.A thrill settled over me when I imagined how many would mourn her death.The little wolf was not as weak as I’d thought she’d be. She was one fierce bitch, but that only made breaking her more fun.At first, she refused to cry. Even as the whips tore into her skin, not a single tear fell. not even when a fit of rage took over and I slammed her face-first into the wall, again and again, blaming her for my son’s death.But then I told her about her mate and how broken he’d been over the news of her capture.I told her how much Gamma Jake blamed himself for losing her, how much it tore him apart, and how desperately he’d been trying to reach me—only to be sent straight to voicemail. I even played some of his pleas out loud for her to hear, over and over again.She’d heard it all for herself—the fear, the

Logan’s POVThe downtown warehouse had once been one of the Callisters’ biggest income streams, but now it was in ruins.Falcone used to brag that he sold the best crack in town. The place was a notorious drug hub, where illegal substances were moved in bulk to wealthy clients.It was one of the Callisters’ strongest holds over the city and even the key to powerful alliances beyond it.But after the news of Falcone’s death, the warehouse had been looted, perhaps by our own workers or by the clients themselves. Now, all that was left in the warehouse were the cargo shipping containers.I had no idea why Falcone chose this place to meet.“Quite on time,” Falcone commented as he stepped into view from behind one of the cargo containers. He took a drag from whatever he was smoking before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his shoes.I noticed the various bruises marking his face and the slight limp to his movement.“Got into a fight?” I questioned, not bothering to hide my c

ALPHA REX’S POVI had spent the whole night out here in the woods, training. I should head back and deal with the files and documents awaiting my signature, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave just yet.A few more minutes, I’d told myself. But minutes turned to hours, and hours to more hours, and still I stood here.The sand-filled punching bag in front of me had been my opponent all night. I’d hit it over and again until the animal skin started to tear and bits of sand spilled out. I moved around it like it was a real enemy, sweat running down my body. Somewhere along the line, I’d taken off my shirt.I unleashed a flurry of punches, then spun into a roundhouse kick. The animal hide finally gave way completely, bursting open and showering me with sand.“Good job, Alpha.” The voice from behind me praised.“Glad you enjoyed the show, Natasha.”She’d been here for at least thirty minutes; I’d heard the footsteps but chose to pay her no heed.“So, about the task you’d assigned me to, I

I awoke with a start.The first thing I noticed was that I was still in the same dress I had on earlier. The second was that my wrist and ankles had been chained. The third was the room I’d been placed in; from the musty and damp smell, I could tell this was an underground building—a lair of some kind.god, my head hurts. Every part of my body hurts.I still remembered the sting when the cloth was pressed to my nose—the sharp, burning smell that tore through my senses. I’d clawed and thrashed until the darkness took over and I lapsed into unconsciousness. He had lied; that wasn’t the “easy” option.“Tessa.” The voice called, and I whipped my head toward the sound so fast it sent a sharp pain through my neck. I recognized that voice.“Bree?” I called back, and then I spotted her, hidden in the shadows.The flickering bulb was the only source of light, and that was barely enough to illuminate the lair. The far corners remained covered in darkness.“Oh my god, Tessa.” And then she was r