All Chapters of The Beta and The Lost Heiress: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

~RACHEL VALEMONT POV~I stared at the bottle of alcohol before me. I’d disposed of every drug and every bottle of alcohol, but this one. All these months, I’d pretended not to know it was in the kitchen cupboard, but now, I’d finally brought it out.It called to me, promising me that one drink was all that I needed and then Derek would be long forgotten.Things had finally been going well, and that was a rare thing for me; but then I saw him. Tessa’s father. And now I could almost see everything I’ve worked so hard for crumbling down.I’d made a promise; I’d promised Tessa, I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t turn back to the route.This last bottle I’d so greedily kept was more than just a bottle of alcohol; it was proof that there was still that very tiny part of me, still holding on to my very ugly past.Tears ran down my cheeks as I stared at the bottle that could give me the numbness I sought after right now, and with a scream, I picked it up and tossed it against the wall, watch

I couldn’t shrug off the feeling of unease that settled over me at the thought of leaving Tessa all on her own, a whole continent away. I should be by her side, protecting her, but if I wanted to bring an end to her ordeal then I had to be here. While Terrian had once been my Alpha, I would be a fool to blindly trust his words, especially when the information he’d passed to me was only due to the fact that I’d blackmailed him for it. I could be walking right into a setup for all I know. I stared once more at the address, ‘28 Bilabong Way, Queensland Sunhaven, Australia.’This was the place.I’d expected a member of the circle to live in a secluded location, but perhaps that’s exactly why she chose the opposite.I knocked on the door, there was no response.I tried the doorknob; it was unlocked, and so I let myself in.It was a regular house—that’s what one would think at first glance, but looking closer you’d notice things that felt a bit off. Like how the place looked strangely… e

LOGAN STORMBORN’S POVYears ago, I visited her for the first time. I wanted to know why a mother would decide to have no part in her own child’s life; I wanted to know what exactly I’d done wrong. Maybe she had no idea I was still alive, I’d convinced myself. At that time, I’d been no more than a confused boy—a child trying to fit in into a family that wasn’t even his.I’d believed finding my mother would perhaps be the answer I'd been sorting for all those years. I did find her, but in the end I was disappointed to discover she wasn’t the solution I’d hoped she’d be.I could still vividly remember the look on her face when she set eyes on me for the first time in my life. Fear.That wasn’t how I’d expected our first meeting to begin. I’d pictured her in tears of joy, thanking the heavens for bringing back her son, but it was quite the opposite.Now I finally understood why she’d been afraid, I understood why she had sent me away, it was all because she was trying to protect me from

I’d been driving aimlessly for the past hour since my visit to my mother.Finally, I brought the car to a stop. I took out the ring from my pocket. It truly was beautiful, and the fact that she’d given something that meant so much to me…I shoved it right back into my pocket before stepping out of the car.I might get a ticket for wrong packing, but right now I didn’t care. I just needed some air. I needed to take a walk.Leavenworth Front Street was a busy place, but this evening, it was significantly busier.Someone slammed into me. A girl who was dressed in a brown hoody and washed blue jeans.“Sorry.” She called out from behind me.The walk did nothing to clear my mind, and so I headed back to my car. Luckily, I didn’t get a ticket. I slid into the car and was about to drive off when I realized something.The ring. It was missing. I was quite sure I had it with me when I stepped out of the car—And then I remembered the girl who’d slammed into me. Fuck.I hit the gas and sped up,

DANIKA’S POV‘…Or better yet, wear nothing at all.’ Rex had said, and I’d taken it as a flirty joke, but perhaps it wasn’t one. Every member present was so scantily dressed they might just be naked.The open field had been lit up with firesticks—yes, a bit old-fashioned, and yet it seemed that was what the theme was all about. Drummers played wooden drums, and the pack members danced to it. At the side was a man entertaining a small crowd with his ‘fire breathing’ skills. This was nothing like the ball I’d attended days earlier. Everyone was so… free and comfortable; they were like this big family. And perhaps that's why I felt more entertained than at any party I’d ever been to.I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful these werewolves were. They all had toned muscles, formed from their constant rigorous training habits, and maybe some of that was genetics too. I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit envious of their perfect builds.“You look like you actually like it here.” Rex said to