All Chapters of My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Betsy’s povI woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. Apparently now that I was a beta, I’d be feeling this way until I got used to it. I dragged myself to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. My reflection looked… tired. Shadowed eyes, messy curls, and this faint glow that wasn’t there before. The two bonds kept tugging at me and even though I knew it wasn’t safe to do so, I ignored the warning and pain.I grabbed my clothes for the day, stepped out of the bathroom and nearly collided face-first with Drake.His knuckles were lifted like he’d been about to knock. His eyes widened. “Morning, Starblood.”“Do you just lurk?? Right outside my room??” I said as I remembered that he’d been standing there yesterday too. “I wasn’t lurking,” he said smoothly. “I was waiting. There’s a difference.”“You’re weird.”“And you’re late,” he replied, stepping back so I could exit. “I’ve got breakfast waiting. And training. Beta-level training, which, unfortunately for you, means

Betsy’s povIt felt like waking up underwater.Every sound was muffled. Every breath hurt. The edges of the world moved too slowly, like the room was trying to catch up with itself.My body was… wrong.Heavy. Too big for itself. Too hot beneath the skin.The first scent that cut through the fog was Drake.Comforting and infuriating all at once.I blinked up at a familiar ceiling. My ceiling. My room. The lamp in the corner was crooked, probably from me slamming the door during one of my dramatic exits.I groaned and pushed up a little. Bad idea. My muscles burned like I’d swallowed fire.A chair scraped.“Easy.” Drake’s voice. Low. Rough.He was sitting right beside my bed, elbows on his knees like he’d been waiting for hours. Maybe days. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and his knuckles… oh.Blood.“Hey…” I whispered.His head snapped up. And the relief in his eyes hit me like a punch.“You’re awake.” He exhaled, shoulders dropping. “Thank the Goddess.”“How long was I out?”

Drake’s povThe sky’s still lined in purple when I saw Betsy’s door. Her scent still lingered on my skin and I pressed my eyes shut and leaned my head on the door, listening to her breathe. I wouldn’t have been able to leave her if she had been awake.Get it together, Drake.I forced myself to turn around and walk down the stairs. Every step feels wrong and I swallow hard. I can still feel the way she shattered on my fingers, the tiny whimper that had escaped her when she came, the beautiful blush on my cheeks.Fuck.I rake my unruly hair back and step into the cold night.Outside, everyone I’m going with is already waiting. Three trucks idling, men trying not to stare at the mark blooming under my collar.Nick tosses me the keys. “Take it easy.”I catch them mid-air. “I know.”I watched as Matteo stood a few feet away from us. I hadn’t told him where I was going, hell I didn’t even know who exactly he was and while I was a bit pissed that I was leaving Betsy in his care, I needed my

Betsy’s povIt was night and even though I was supposed to be asleep, I hadn't been able to since I woke up to Drake’ absence three days ago. Instead I was lying on Drake’s bed because apparently I got separation anxiety and became clingy when someone I liked wasn't around. I looked at my phone that was lying beside me on the bed. I had texted and deleted so many texts, I wasn't sure what exactly I was supposed to say to him. I groaned, why was this so hard?Someone knocked on the open door and I looked up to Matteo standing there. I sighed and placed my arm over my face.“What do you want now?”“Are you going to mope around in his room?” I could hear the anger in his voice and it did nothing but annoy me.I sat up, watching as he looked at Drake’s shirt that I was wearing with a clenched jaw. “Matteo, I don't have the energy or time to fight with you right now.”“I don't want to fight with you. Why can't you understand me? No person wants to see the woman they're in love with yea

Betsy’s povMy heart hammered like it was trying to escape my ribs. The words carved into the stone didn’t move but they stared back like a verdict.LUNA OF TWO MOONS. CHOOSE.“Choose what?” I whispered. Why was I being referred to as a Luna? Even by the council members? My voice sounded too loud in the empty room. I dropped to a knee, reached toward the mark. The stone was warm, like a caress on my skin. I snatched my hand back.Nope. Absolutely not touching the creepy magic warning message from the universe.A clack of boots snapped me upright. I spun around.Matteo.“I sensed something…” He started as he entered the room, closing the door on the guards. His gaze landed on the carved words. And everything in him went still.“Who did this?” he growled.“I don’t know, it just appeared.”Matteo’s nostrils flared. His wolf was close to breaking out, I could practically feel his claws dragging against his skin. I had never even seen it before. “Betsy,” he said slowly, carefully. “Has a