All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sean pulled up in front of Ayla's house. She lived in a beautiful bungalow with vines and flowers draped over the roof. Lanterns hung from the porch, their glass catching the fading light, while tall wooden doors stood proudly at the entrance. She emerged a moment later, clad in a shimmery dress that hugged her curves with effortless grace, her golden hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her earrings caught the lamps' light, sparkling like stars. But Sean didn't notice her allure. His mind was somewhere else, on someone else. She opened the door and chirped, "Hii." The girl slipped into the passenger seat. "Hi," Sean replied curtly without looking her way and started the engine."My friend's birthday is today. He really insisted that I attend," Ayla told him, smiling.Sean nodded in response. One of the things she admired about him was his open-mindedness. Unlike most male wolves, he wasn’t possessive. She had plenty of male friends, and he never seemed to mind. Nor had he e

Violet woke up in the same room she had a few days ago. The woman sat up. Ginny was arranging something at the desk acros the wall. A sharp, painful twist seized her stomach. She moaned softly, clutching her midsection as the familiar wave of nausea washed over her. Ginny spun to look at her. "What happened?" she asked. Violet climbed down the bed as fast as she could and quiickly dashed towards the bathroom, despite the pain. The girl threw up. This time itw as just water as she had nothign solid to vomit now. Violet felt utterly weak. So much that she sat down right there on the floor. Ginny get in and asked, "you okay?" "I can't stand," Violet told her, panting."Take my hand,' Ginny offered her hand and helped Violet up. She escorted her back to the bed. Once Violet was settled, Ginny reached for the bowl of steaming soup she had set aside only minutes ago. Carefully, she placed it into Violet’s hands, the fragrant warmth curling up between them.Violet scooped some in her spo

Violet missed her old life. She didn't have much, but at least she had a warm house and a pet who was more of a drama princess. Violet chuckled, recalling his antics. That guy had no future out in the woods. He was too sophisticated and refined for the wild. Chris, on the other hand, was another specimen. He was usually quiet and reserved, but she had caught glimpses of fire in him. The smile across her face dimmed as she wondered whether they missed her. Probably not, she was too hard on them. They must see her as a tyrant they no longer have to endure. She wasn't very likable and she knew that. In a world that valued softness and submission in a woman, her defiance and stubbornness made her more of a thorn than desirable. Footsteps echoed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked up to find a woman opening the door. The female guard pushed open the door and told her it was time for her check-up at the hospital. Violet stood up, glad she would get to breathe in the first air and

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing two violet jewels within. The haze of sleep still clung to her as she frowned in confusion, struggling to make out what loomed over her. However, the moment her vision cleared, she found herself staring into a wolf's glowing crimson eyes. A paralyzing panic gripped her; he was dangerously close. And then he bared his pointed canines, causing a wave of panic to claw through her chest. "Aaahh," she screamed in horror and threw herself out of the bed. The woman ran towards the other side of the room and pressed her back against the wall. Her frantic eyes locked on him. The wolf pouted before hanging his head in sadness, his ears flattened in solidarity. She ran away from him. She must have found him ugly. His smile scared her. His big brown paws fidgeted nervously as he climbed down from the bed and plopped onto the floor, tail drooping. He kept the distance between them, letting her know he meant no harm to her. His head remained low as he kept peeki

Both women's heads snapped in his direction as he approached them. Ayla's features were twisted in rage. "What is she doing here?" she demanded, voice tight with restrained anger. She had heard about the attack and how he brought her to his house. The piece of information had burned her. "What are you doing here?" Sean asked instead, his eyes narrowed in clear disapproval. The man stood between Violet and her, facing Ayla."You are my mate, Sean. I can come here whenever I want," Ayla gritted out, her fists were tightly clenched. Sean turned slightly towards Violet and commanded her, "Go back to your room." Violet didn’t wait to be told again. She slipped away, unwilling to be caught in the storm brewing behind her.Ayla was seething now. "You gave her a room to stay?" she uttered, her voice a mix of shock and fury. "What is happening, Sean?" "She will stay here from now on," Sean stated. Ayla blinked, trying to make sense of his words. “You can't be serious!” she fumed, her