Todos los capítulos de Oh My Beta!: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Riven’s POVThe night air outside the pack house hit me like a slap, cold and sharp, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging in my chest. I kept walking, boots crunching over frost-hardened ground, heading straight for the trials ground without looking back. Every step felt heavier than the last.My mate.Aria, my secret mate was wrapped in Kade’s arms like she belonged there. The scent of their recent intimacy still clung to both of them, thick and unmistakable. The low hum of a newly awakened wolf bond had been vibrating between them when I walked in. And the look on her face when our eyes met… pure shock mixed with guilt.How long had this been happening? Had she gone to him the moment she returned from the Cold Palace? Had the bond I thought was ours been overwritten in a single afternoon of desperation and poison-induced haze?My wolf paced and snarled inside me, demanding I turn around, storm back in, and drag her out of there. But I couldn’t. Not without destroying everythin

Kade’s POVThe pack house felt heavier than usual as I made my way through the quieter corridors the next morning. The trials had paused for a brief rest day, giving wolves time to recover and elders time to deliberate on the standings. My body still ached from yesterday’s bouts, but the herbs Aria had given me continued to work their quiet magic, keeping the fog at bay and my thoughts sharper than they had been in weeks.Yet something else gnawed at me.Riven.The way he had looked when he walked into the dining hall last night, shock, then something darker flashing across his face before he shut it down. The stiffness in his bow. The way he had barely met my eyes on the trials ground afterward. He had been off ever since Aria returned, and it wasn’t just concern for the pack. There was something personal there. Something I couldn’t quite place.I had considered confronting him directly. Pulling him aside and demanding answers. But Riven was loyal, sometimes to a fault, and pushing h

Kade’s POVThe drive back to the pack house felt longer than the journey there.Riven sat silently in the passenger seat, staring out at the frost-covered fields rolling past the windows. He hadn’t said a word since we left Claire’s parents’ house, but the tension radiating from him was impossible to ignore. His jaw was locked, hands resting on his thighs like he was physically holding himself back from speaking.I kept my eyes on the road, knuckles tight on the steering wheel. Claire’s tears, the way she had hit my chest while sobbing, her quiet warning about Aria, it all replayed in my head on a loop. She hadn’t agreed to come home yet, but she hadn’t slammed the door shut either. That small crack of hope was the only thing keeping the guilt from crushing me completely.When we finally pulled up to the pack house, the sun was already dipping low, painting the stone walls in shades of orange and gold. The place felt quieter than usual, as if the entire building was holding its breath

Kade’s POVAria’s hips rolled slowly against mine, drawing a deep groan from my throat as I stayed buried inside her. The aftershocks of our second round still pulsed through both of us, her walls fluttering around my cock, slick and warm with our mixed release. She leaned down, pressing soft kisses along my jaw, her damp hair falling like a curtain around us.I slid my hands up her back, pulling her closer until her breasts were flush against my chest. The Cold Palace stone walls felt a thousand miles away. Here, in this small room, with her body wrapped around me, the world narrowed to heat and scent and the sweet taste of her skin.“I should go back tonight,” I murmured against her shoulder, even as my hips gave a lazy thrust upward, staying deep inside her. “The pack… the meetings…”Aria made a soft, protesting sound and nipped at my earlobe. “Stay.”The word sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I rolled us so she was beneath me again, propping myself on my elbows to look down at

Kade's POV I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after the drink was gone. The glass hung loosely between my fingers, empty. I didn’t refill it. I just sat there in the quiet of my chambers, staring at the space beside me, the untouched pillow, the perfectly smooth side of the bed that Claire had occupied for months and waited to feel something about it. The guilt didn’t come back, and that was the thing that unsettled me most. I kept reaching for it, the way you probe a sore tooth with your tongue, expecting the familiar sting. Claire’s face. Her tears. Her voice breaking in her parents’ sitting room. All of it was still there in my memory, clear and recent; and yet it sat at a strange distance now, like watching something happen to someone else through glass. I could see it. I couldn’t quite feel it. What I could feel was Aria. Not a memory. Not a ghost. Something warmer and more immediate than that, the phantom weight of her body against mine, the way she had move