All Chapters of My Beta's Betrayal, My Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CharisseThe day of my debut has finally arrived. I’m going to meet the Crimson Crest pack as the future wife of their Alpha, and the newly appointed COO of the Crimson Crest Empire. I was checking the soft fabric of my scarlet gown in the full length mirror of my bedroom when the door knocked. “I’ll get it.” Betty stepped out….…only for Far Far Away to enter the room. I scoffed in disbelief and pretended that I didn’t see him—my version of staying far away. But a chiseled Alpha looking twice as handsome—and thrice as smoldering—in midnight-blue zapped all the ideas to dust, and I was left with nothing except doing more unnecessary checks on the bodice of my gown, trying hard to ignore the heat from his quiet commanding gaze burning my back. “I didn’t pick that,” he finally said. I swallowed my response. Remembering my purse, I picked it up and made for the door, not giving him a second of attention. And, to my delight, he caught my wrist. The flutters in my stomach went wil

CharisseThe Crimson Crest estate isn’t a city state, according to Wikipedia’s—and the Crimson Crest patriach’s—definition. But I begged to differ. It’s big enough to have its own roadmap, and it has its own urbanscape, so it might as well be a city state. I had been naive. The hundreds of businesses are but a fraction of the empire, just as this piece of land, the size of Seoul, is but a fragment of the pack’s ownership. I’ve always known the scale and magnitude of Crimson Crest’s affluence and influence. Then, when I became Dorian’s secretary, I was given a panoramic view of that ocean of richness and power. Now, I’m in that ocean. The real sense of its immensity is entirely different. Dinner is in the main ballroom of the main building, which makes it the main event of the night, and monumental to the pack, and I understand that ever since I stepped off the plane. But the gravity of that significance didn’t sink in until I got out of the limousine and an army of men in black s

CharisseWe left immediately after the speech. Dorian grabbed my hand, tugged me close to him, and rushed us off the stage and out of the hall before anyone got a chance to confront him—or me. I thought we were going back to the lodge. But he brought me deeper into the building. I wanted to ask where he was taking me. But my thoughts were all jumbled up. I wasn’t sure what to address first. My newfound courage to face head on all those who think I’m not fit to marry the Crimson Crest Alpha; my newfound hatred towards Zara; my newfound jealousy…or my newfound interest in the man clasping my hand tightly. We entered a room and the doctor was already waiting for us. *****“For the tenth time,” Doctor Martin sighed, “she’s fine.” Dorian squinted harder, scanning the length of me sitting on the edge of the enormous bed for the eleventh time, searching for an answer he could accept. And the doctor sent his plea with his stoic gaze. Immediately, I threw my arms around the Alpha and h

CharisseThis time, I reacted. “YOU!” I sobbed. And then, almost suddenly, he resisted the next thrust. His body as tensed as an overstretched rubber band, he leaned back and watched his hands slide up to my breasts.He massaged my burning flesh to rouse more anticipation in me and glowered in passion when my nipples stood erect at his touch. Then, his gaze lifted at me.“Who am I, Charisse?” His thumbs tweaked those pink tips, his rich blue eyes imploring me to look closely before I answered. And I did. Twitching and panting, I traced the details of his face, my fingers gliding cautiously, noting every difference, allowing the difference to coax me into believing that this man is not the same. He is not Val. His scent dived into me, gripping every cell of my body, taking over every reflex of my muscles, as my fingers arrived at his mouth. Those wonderful lips of exquisite skills. “Dorian,” I concluded, running my finger along his upper lip, feeling its warmth. And they part

Charisse“Unless,” Zara grinned, an evil gleam crossed her eyes, and Dolly heaved in relief, “Luna Rox takes full responsibility for her own mistakes.” “Don’t do it, Luna!” Betty cried, plowing through the barricade of uniformed women to get to me. “You can’t be hurt!” SLAP! Lightning pain jabbed my left cheek and shot to my mouth. But I bit my lips to stop it from spilling. Took a few blinks to re-orientate myself and turned back to that chihuahua—.“Can’t be hurt?” Zara snarled, “Who gives a fuck about an Omega whore?” SLAP!My other cheek nearly exploded. The pain was more intense this time. I couldn’t feel anything except the blaze on my skin where she struck. Betty’s cries came through, telling them to stop, saying that the Alpha would be mad if he knew. Instantly, an image of Dorian’s smile sprang up and I balled my fists, mustering strength to yank myself free—.But I was thrown back to the time when Val first hit me: We were both shocked. My shock was out of fear. But