All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Zen gazed at his dead mother's portrait with cutting hatred. Fucking bitch. If not for her, he would have been the king already. The immortal King who can't be killed, defeated, or restrained. No force in this world could ever hope to withstand him, let alone challenge him. All he needed was Heartstone to realise his dream."We found their tracks near the stream, but their trail vanished after that," one man reported, his head bowed.Zen's jaw tightened, an icy ire flaring in his eyes. He flicked his wrist, and the messenger erupted in flames. Agonized screams tore through the quiet hall, yet Zen didn’t so much as flinch; his gaze remained fixed on his mother’s portrait. ..............Violet watched helplessly as he drove vicious blows into the makeshift punching bag. The bag was filled with bricks and rocks. She had tried to stop him, but he just wasn't listening to her. She somehow managed to get him out of there without letting his temper flare. But as soon as they reached home

She wouldn't have doubted his affection if only she knew just how hopelessly crazy he was for her. So crazy that if she ever saw the depth of it, really saw it, she might step back out of fear. Every beat of his heart echoed eith her name, every thought he conceived circled back to her as if his mind knew no other path. It was a mercy she wanted him too, because if she hadn’t… he wasn’t entirely sure what line he might have crossed, what irreparable thing his obsession might have pushed him to do. He needed her in his life, and that's all that mattered to him. He kissed her slowly at first, savoring the warmth of her mouth, her faltering breath against his lips. Then the kiss deepened, possessive and demanding, until the world fell apart and all that gripped him was the taste of her and the shivering he had caused her. His eager hands slid down the curve of her waist, fingers gathering the delicate fabric of her skirt, raising it upward inch by inch, exposing the soft skin of her thi

Sean set out for work. The sun beat down hard on him as he made his way towards the market. He had secured a job in a jewellery store as a bouncer. The owner had a big grin on his face the moment he entered through the door. Before he could ask for the job, the owner had offered it himself. He sat down on a stool outside the store. The market was buzzing with life as people went from store to store for shopping. He noticed two friends bantering outside a cafe. He couldn't help but think of Azriel. He must be cursing him now. If only he would understand why he did what he did. .............Violet was invited by Mila for a tea party at a neighbor's place. Violet didn't really want to join but she decided to go as they needed to mix with the crowd as much as possible.Mila arrived at her door right on time, cheerful and dressed. Violet was wearing the same green gown Sean had gifted her. Together they left for the neighbor’s home. In the middle of their journey, Miah joined them. She

"Sean!" she screamed her throat clawing raw as they dragged her away from him. She twisted violently in their grip, nails clawing at nothing, desperate to reach him. Her fingers stretched, reaching but he was slipping farther and farther away.Sean lay sprawled on his stomach, half-turned as if he had been trying to shield her. The forest floor beneath him was stained dark from the silver wounds burning through his flesh. They shot him not once but twice. He wasn’t moving. Not a twitch. Not a groan."Sean!" she choked again, fighting ferociously against the men holding her. Her heels dug deep into the dirt, her arms thrashing, her body struggling in their grasp. "Let me go! Let me go!" They didn’t. They kept dragging her back, step by step, her screams piercing the silence of the hills.He still didn’t respond. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Her vision blurred with tears spilling too fast to blink away.He was either unconscious or he was...."No," she sobbed, shaking her head v

The ring he had given her glinted under the dim light, catching Sean's eyes. The discovery was a punch to his guts. He walked toward it slowly, his feet felt heavier than a boulder. He crouched down and lifted the ring with trembling fingers. Tears filled his eyes the moment the cool metal touched his palm. She had been here. Alive. Breathing. Waiting for him. And now… now she was gone.A harsh breath escaped him. His jaw taut, eyes hardened as fresh fury burned within him. The grief morphd into rage. He slid the ring into his pocket, his entire being conscious of its weight, and pivoted on his heel. His strides were heavy and dangerous. His fists clenched, and a thick vein pulsating angrily along his neck.When he walked back into the hall, he saw Barclay bent over Eric's body, sobbing into his blood-soaked shirt. Sean didn’t see the grief, didn’t hear the wail. He was blinded by fury, and this wasn't going to go away until he had her back in his arms. He shoved Barclay aside and gra