All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Her heart cracked wide open when she saw him lying in a pool of his own vomit, motionless. Guilt slashed through her chest, tears blurring her vision. The man who had risked his life for hers without thinking was now wounded beyond mercy on the cold stone floor. She pushed the cell door open and slipped inside. The foul reek of death struck her so hard it nearly smothered her lungs, but she paid it no mind. Her only focus was on him. She dropped to her knees beside his unconscious form, her hands trembling as they hovered over his battered body. The blood on his skin had long dried, the wounds clotted and left untended. With his wolf suppressed by Zen, even his natural gift of healing had been stripped away. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, falling onto his broken skin as if her sorrow could mend what her hands could not. It was her fault, every cut, every bruise, every labored breath. He was suffering because of her, and the weight of that truth crushed her heart. She

"None can step into his realm unless Zen allows it," a witch disclosed. They had been looking for a way to break into Zen's realm, but no success had been achieved till now. Each witch they sought out echoed the same grim truth. Zen wasn’t just any wizard, he was the unannounced king of magic. And he would remain so, unchallenged, until King Aurilious returned to reclaim his rightful throne."There has to be a way," Sean pressed, starting to lose his calm now. Zen was no longer just a threat; he was his sworn enemy now, an ugly thorn in his side. And Sean was determined to uproot him, no matter the cost. He will avenge Nixon and others. He wouldn't let their sacrifice go to waste. The witch thought for a moment. "Only King Aurilious, if alive, can break his spells," she said, after pondering.His jaw twitched in frustration. Finding Aurilious was just as difficult as finding the portal, if not more. "You can go now," Azriel commanded the woman. The witch left after sketching a bow t

TEN MONTHS LATERThe woman reached out with her trembling hand and grabbed the half-eaten bun from the dustbin. She tore at it ravenously, not letting a single crumb go to waste. It had been days since she had eaten anything. Snow had fallen yesterday, and the biting gusts had kept her from sleeping. Life on the streets was brutal, but she would still choose it over that other hell.Violet pulled the cloak over her eyes, hiding them as she rummaged through the trash for something else to eat. Finally, she spotted a crushed tetrapack, nearly empty, wedged in the corner. She seized it and clawed it open with grimy, jagged nails and drank greedily, swallowing every last drop. Tears welled up in her eyes as she caught her reflection in the glass door of a nearby store. From her matted hair to her torn sleepers, she looked nothing like her former self. She was exhausted from running and hiding, but she had no choice. Zen’s men must already have their eyes on her hut. Go back there, and it