All Chapters of My Beta's Betrayal, My Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CharisseI stared at the end-call screen with the name ‘Boss’ on it. Thoughts and memories rushed in. Millions and millions of them. Each trying to make sense of what had happened and what I just heard. Then, I figured it all out. ‘Boss’ is a woman who made Val work overtime that particular night when he came home at nine. She felt apologetic because it had to be done so she called to apologise! Yes, that’s it! It must be it. She probably calls everyone in the office ‘baby’, and she should already be sued for harassment by using such intimate terms on male colleagues. I grabbed the phone off the floor and put it back on the desk, feeling much better. Val wouldn’t cheat on me. He wouldn’t because I’m the only one for him—and he’d said this every time we’re together. And if he’d wanted to cheat on me, he would have already left me. But he’s still here!I laughed at my silliness. Overthinking kills, Charisse. You need to stop doing it, I told myself. And then the buzzing started

CharisseI crashed into a puddle outside the restaurant. My shoulder slammed into the hard pavement but it was my chest that hurt. My shattered heart. But the rain continued to beat down coldly. No one could tell the mental and physical pain from my Beta’s betrayal. How could they, when the rain washed it all away, making it non existent. My devotion towards that man, my love, my entire life. All of it was non-existent. I, Charisse Pax, never existed!But I am here! The pain is real! As real as the soiled dress sticking to my skin, the damp hair on my face!I gripped myself up. I couldn't just give up like this! That woman will not get my Val! I WILL NOT LET HER! I charged towards the entrance door—.But those burly men anticipated my return like I was the kind of crazy they’d often meet as a fine dining restaurant. Their biceps swung in like a leash and I was thrown back on the ground. “Get out of here!” One of them boomed. “Go on!”But I clambered to my feet once more. I

CharisseThe pilot was announcing our take off when Dorian asked, “If you’re having second thoughts, we could call the whole thing off.” I turned from the window to my jeans-covered thighs. “I’m just worried.” “Tell me.” I took a deep breath to stop the thoughts from swimming and confessed, “What if Val doesn’t believe that the body from the river was me?” My hands felt cold and clammy so I rubbed them along the jeans. “What if—what if he starts looking for me and finds me? He’ll call the cops on me and–and put me to jail for lying! I’ll be in prison—!” “Charisse.” That deep voice was firm but soothing. His hand covered mine, and, somehow, the simple, warm touch magnified my nerves to a point that I couldn’t contain them. I swung around to face him and let it all out. “I owe him too much, Dorian. How can I take revenge on someone who’s sacrificed so much for me? He may have done some wrong things but he’s done a lot of good for me too!” The Alpha looked incredulously angry

CharisseWhen he finished drinking the sweet juices of my blissful convulsions, the Alpha of Crimson Crest knelt between my thighs and looked fixedly at me, those sapphire eyes intense and ravenous. “Eyes on me when I fill you up, Charisse….” The burning tip of his desire kissed my quivering, wet lips before pushing through my folds. An enormous strength gorged in, stretching my gaze wide with awe. The pleasure was so raw and wild, I felt emboldened, confident…beautiful. My nails sank into his biceps to draw him closer so I could feel more of his magnificent bulk—.And that icy glare harshened with the same wondrous feeling. He wasn’t expecting it to be this good, which meant that he liked it, and I felt praised, encouraged. I hooked my ankles behind his butt and gave a push—. He plunged in, hitting straight at the sweet spot, and I swiftly clamped up. Shrieks of pleasure burst from my trembling lips while groans of awe and delight tore from his throat. Burying his face in my

CharisseDorian was in full rage when he swung around to face me. “I told you many times, Charisse: I AM NOT HIM. Get that into your thick skull.”Yeah, Charisse Pax would try to be understanding and take a step back to give the man some space. But Roxana Winfield seemed to hate the idea of backing down from a fight, especially with a condescending harsh tone that made her sound like a bimbo. “I didn't say you were,” I enunciated through gritted teeth. And he grew ever fiercer, his scent more potent. I felt my windpipe closing up, as though his fingers were wrapped around it—. The constriction vanished, and the air felt cool and fresh again. Dorian had his back facing me again, his hand on the door handle. “Then stop asking for my approval and start finding your own, goddamn it!” The door threw open and slammed shut behind him. *****It's been two weeks since I last saw Dorian. In the first week, I attended classes and built a new routine for myself. Then, for the second