All Chapters of My Beta Charming: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sean prepared spinach soup, red beans, roasted salmon, and rice for dinner. Steam curled up from the bowls as he loaded her plate, making sure all her nutrient needs were covered. He used to consider humans fragile, but the fact that human females went through this monthly ordeal had shifted his opinion, if only slightly. He had done his share of research on the topic and had felt pain in his own stomach by the time he finished with it. He lifted the tray, grabbed a chocolate from the fridge and headed towards her room. Her scent had taken over his house, weaving through the air, claiming every corner of the space. Each step he took made it stronger, reinforcing her presence, thrilling his wolf. He opened the door and stepped inside, tray in hand. "Here is your din.." His voice caught as he looked up and saw her. There she was, standing in the center of the room. Wrapped in his oversized t-shirt that practically drowned her. The fabric fell to her knees, the piece of cloth draped lo

"Luna," Ayla said, giving Sienna a small bow and a warm smile. Sienna’s lips curved in response, returning the gesture with quiet grace."You look stunning," Ayla said warmly, her hand lightly holding Sienna’s. "I really love that dress. Where did you get it from?" she added, her tone soft and enthusiastic. "Really? I got it stitched by Thea. She’s done a fabulous job," Sienna said, admiring the work done on the outfit."Thea?" Ayla’s brow arched in curiosity, her voice carrying a note of intrigue. "Is she some new couturière I haven’t heard of?"Sienna let out a light, amused chuckle. "Not yet a couturière, but she will be someday, definitely. She has a small store, Luxe Stitch, near Skyline Mall. That’s where I got this from."Ayla’s smile faltered for just a fraction of a second, a flicker of disapproval threatening to slip past the carefully maintained warmth of her facade. She quickly masked it, letting her lips curve again into that perfect, friendly smile. "Oh… but why go to a

He told her to sit at the breakfast table while he cooked. The soft glow of the lamps danced across his body as he moved around. Though he was still limping slightly. Violet felt bad. He was in pain and still cooking for her. The least she could do was offer some assistance. She stood up. "I can help," she offered, but he refused. Violet sank back into her chair and returned to staring at him like a teen girl at her crush. Broad shoulders rolled with each motion, and the muscles of his arms flexed gracefully as he reached for ingredients, every movement exuding quiet power.Even the shaped curve of his shoulders and the hint of veins along his forearms effortlessly drew her gaze, making it impossible to look away. The way the light kissed his tanned skin, highlighting each ridge and contour....he was the sex on legs. Every inch of him radiating raw, masculine allure. She swallowed her drool, not wanting to leer at him, but couldn't stop either. As he tossed the noodles in the air,

"He allowed you to stay?" Violet asked in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. She was beyond elated to see them, but struggled to understand why he had changed his decision so suddenly. Chris opened his mouth when Snoopy cut him in, "He couldn't resist my charm." Violet rolled her eyes."He put some conditions," Chris disclosed. Violet was curious now. "What conditions?" she enquired, ready to take it up with him if she had to."Nothing much. Only we'll have to contribute to the household chores," Chris told her. Violet's features eased. It made sense. "He has such a big house. How come he doesn’t have a maid?" Snoopy asked. He had heard rich people had servants even for wiping their mouths after eating. "He doesn't like people in his house. Maids visit only twice a week to clean. That's about it," Violet told him. From what she had gathered, he was an extremely private person and very possessive about his belongings. "And his mate?" Chris probed. It was breaking news when th

Chris and Snoopy shared a surprised glance as Violet served Sean his food. The quiet ease between them, the way he leaned back while she carefully filled his plate, made the boys feel as though they were intruding on an intimate moment between a couple. "That would be enough," Sean said softly as she continued to add more steaks to his plate. Violet paused mid-motion, then nodded slightly and turned to her own meal.Snoopy slid his plate toward her. "I’ll take one too," he said with a grin.Violet shot him a look sharp enough to cut through steel, but he kept waiting, unfazed. Violet, eventually, slapped a steak onto his plate. Delighted, Snoopy grinned wider and dug in without delay. Silence fell in as they had their dinner, interrupted occasionally by the clinks of silverware against the plate. "Food is good. But I prefer it a bit spicier," Snoopy announced his verdict.Sean’s brow moved upward as he judged his audacity. After destroying his kitchen and feasting on the food he ha