All Chapters of The Beta's Temptation : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Cole’s POV I walked and reached the cell blocks. The guards stationed outside snapped to attention when they saw me, but I didn't acknowledge them. They knew better than to question a Beta on a mission, especially one with eyes like mine right now: cold steel, promising violence if anyone got in my way. Esme was inside, sitting on that filthy rot, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the floor like it held answers to the nightmare her life had become. Gods, she looked fragile—hair tangled, dress rumpled from the day's humiliations—but there was still that spark in her posture, the unyielding strength that had drawn me to her from the start. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to her and, before she could raise her eyes to look at me, I grabbed her by the hand and yanked her up from the seat she was sitting on. Her small gasp cut through the silence, but I ignored it, my grip firm around her wrist. "What are you doing, Cole?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and wa

Cole's POV She moved her hand down further to my trousers, her eyes dropping to the huge bulge there, straining against the fabric. She used her fingers to circle it through the trousers, her palm pressing just right, teasing the outline. Then she looked up at me, her eyes hooded, her lips parted—challenging, seductive. What even gave her the courage right now? I don't even know. Fuck, I can't hold it again. The control I was holding to collapsed at once, snapping under her gaze. I was about to grab her, flip her against the wall, and bury myself inside her—when she dipped her hand into my trousers, her fingers wrapping around my length. The direct contact was fire hot skin on my skin, her grip firm. I groaned deeply, my head falling back as pleasure surged, but it was too much, too fast after denying myself for so long. Hell, I didn't know when I came—hot spurts of my cum coating her hand, my body shuddering with release I'd held back through every taunt and every denial. Sh

Esme’s POV Our bodies were still entwined when I felt his palms grab my breasts and squeeze them firmly. The pressure was delicious, his rough hands kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. He smirked at me, that wicked, knowing curve of his lips that always made my stomach flip. I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks—not just from embarrassment, but from the raw desire pooling between my legs. Gods, how could he do this to me? Make me ache for him even when I wanted to hate him? I don't know how someone can be this beautiful and wicked at the same time. Cole's face was a masterpiece—sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, gray eyes dark with lust, full lips that promised sin. But beneath that beauty was a cruelty I'd felt too many times, the kind that left me broken and begging. And yet, here I was, spread out beneath him, my body betraying every rational thought. I don't know why Cole is do

Esme’s POV I don't even know or realize how it happened—one minute I'm trying to argue with Cole on what's going on, demanding answers about the flight, about leaving, about everything he's hiding, and the next, I find myself in the car alongside my baby Lior who hugs me tightly. Tears prick my eyes as I hold him back, inhaling his familiar scent, the one thing grounding me in this whirlwind of confusion. How did we get here? Cole had barked orders at Miriam after his cryptic words, and before I could protest, she'd whisked me out of the room, through the club's back halls, into a waiting black SUV. Lior was already inside, wide-eyed but safe, and now we're speeding away, the city lights blurring past the windows. "What's going on?" I ask Miriam, who's sitting in the front passenger seat, her face illuminated by the dashboard glow. The driver—a silent, burly man I assume is one of Cole’s men—keeps his eyes on the road, not saying a word. She turns slightly, offering a small smil

Esme’s POV The sound of the gunshots shatters everything. For half a second, my brain refuses to accept it. Hospitals are not supposed to sound like this. Clean places. Safe places. But the sharp cracks echo down the corridor, loud and unmistakable, followed by screams and the chaos of feet pounding against tile. Raid moves instantly. He grabs Lior from my arms so fast I barely have time to react. My heart leaps into my throat. “Hey—” I start, panic surging, but he’s already turning, Lior pressed securely against his chest. “We need to get out now,” he barks over his shoulder, his voice sharp, commanding, leaving no room for argument. I don’t think. I just move. The calm hospital from minutes ago dissolves into noise and confusion. Nurses scream. Someone shouts in Italian. A crash echoes somewhere ahead, glass shattering, followed by another round of gunfire that makes my ears ring. “Stay close to me,” Raid orders, already sprinting down the hallway. I run after him, my legs