All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Violet gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Compared to the time when she had come to stay in his house, she looked so much better now. Her once sharp collarbones had softened, her curves had almost returned, and even her face looked fuller. That was all because of him. He never let her skip her meals. And it wasn’t just the food she got here that brought the change; it was the warmth of the place itself. His warmth. The quiet comfort of knowing she was safe. It was the sense of being protected and doted on that had nurtured her just as much as any meal ever could.She tied her hair into a pony and stepped out.Sean was outside, waiting for her. "Hey," he said, his face lighting up at her sight. A rare smile curved his lips. "Hey," Violet replied, returning the smile. "So.." he started, scratching the back of her neck, a nervous tick of his, "I have a golf course too. In case you are interested," he proposed. He resembled a teenage boy talking to his crush."It seems you have an

"Not done with you," he rasped, voice gravel and smoke. "Not even close." With that said, he raised her skirt and settled himself between her thighs. Her panties were completely soaked, the fabric darkened and clinging to every slick fold. Sean swallowed before pulling it off, exposing her throbbing clit to the cool air. It pulsed visibly, swollen and moist. He began by trailing her inner thighs with his lips, heightening her anticipation. Ever tender kiss along her thighs put her in a trance. It was all tender and romantic until his thumb brushed over the sensitive nub in a slow, deliberate circle, and she jerked against hi. A moan ripping from her throat."Easy," he whispered against her pulsating core. She tried to move away, but he held her pinned with an iron grip on her thigh. Another stroke, more teasing this time, and her breath hitched. "Look at you," he murmured, voice rough with aw and hunger. "So fucking wet for me." He slid two fingers through her folds, coating them

"What happened?" she asked, sensing something off. "Nothing," he murmured into her hair, "I am just tired." He didn't want to bother her with the truth, so he omitted details. Azriel must have already stripped him of his title for all he knew. But that was okay. As long as he had her, he had no desire for anything else. He had spent so many years chasing power, clawing his way toward something he thought would make him whole. But now, while losing it, he felt nothing. There was no anger or frustration, only quiet acceptance. Somehow, every storm felt easier to endure with her in his arms. He tightened his hold around her, pressing her firmly against him. "You should take a bath then," she said, concerned. "It will relax you," Sean smirked. "Shower alone wouldn't help," he murmured suggestively. "What?" Violet asked, not catching the intent behind his words. "Put your arms around me," he commanded, wanting to be held by her. Ever since the meeting with Azriel, he longed for n

Sean came back home after a long day of training. Oddly enough, he was still the royal beta. He had expected to be replaced, but Azriel had delivered no such order yet. He must be in the process of finding a suitable person for the title, and until then, Sean was meant to hold the position. But he didn't mind. He was going to be here as long as he needed him to.He stepped through the door, and a strange unease settled in his chest. Something in the air felt off. The quiet was too heavy, the mansion felt too empty. Instead of going to his own room, he found himself heading toward hers. He opened the door to find Snoopy and Chris inside. Their head snapped in his direction, eyes locking onto him the instant he appeared. A deep frown settled over his face as he realised she was absent. "Where is she?" he demanded. Even her scent in the house and in her room had weakened, no longer clinging to the air with the same intensity. Is she out again? The thought vexed him. She should know be

The crunch of dry leaves beneath his steps rang through as he marched deeper into the woods. She could feel the limp in his stride as he forced himself forward. He needed rest to heal, but right now, he was numb to everything except the desperate urge to hide her from the world. The darkness pressed close from every side, and the constant howling of creatures in the distance lent the atmosphere a chilling air. Violet wanted him to rest. They had already come too far; civilization was long left behind. They had to be in the heart of the woods. Besides, she needed to pee. The curve of his shoulder kept poking into her belly, worsening the condition. Overcome by a sense of urgency, she clawed at his back. If he didn't stop right now, she would end up peeing on him. She ignored her attempts, but when she didn't quit, he finally halted. The girl only struggled harder after that. He lowered her to the ground and turned a cold glare on her, ready to scold her. But the moment their eyes m