All Chapters of Oh My Beta!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aria’s POVA week dragged by since the hospital discharged me into a pack house that felt more like a prison than a home.They dumped me straight into a room they swore had always been mine; but no familiarity hit me. Just soaring ceilings, thick burgundy drapes choking out the light, a four-poster bed that engulfed me, and a vanity mirror reflecting a face I knew but didn’t recognize.I’d wasted hours rifling through drawers, skimming books on the shelf (pack histories, Luna protocols) , and staring at the bare spot on the nightstand where a photo frame belonged, but none existed.I tried forcing memories back; I traced the faint scar on my neck, begging it to spark something. I shut my eyes and inhaled the faint cedar-and-amber scent clinging to the pillows, desperate for warmth or rage or any flicker. Still nothing.I considered wandering the halls, hoping familiar spots might jolt fragments loose; the door stayed locked from outside, opening only three times daily: breakfast, lunc

Aria's POVThe door to my room closed with the same soft finality as every other door in this house, like it was apologizing for trapping me.I didn’t bother turning on the lamp. The heavy burgundy drapes had swallowed the harsh sunlight and only tiny rays were peeking through the drapes. I crossed the room and sank onto the edge of the four-poster bed. The mattress dipped under me, like it was trying to swallow me whole. My ribs protested the movement, a dull throb that reminded me I wasn’t healed, not even close.I pulled Elias Crowe’s business card from my pocket. The edges were already soft from how many times I’d run my thumb over them. I stared at the phone number printed in clean black type, then at the smartphone on the nightstand.I picked it up and it unlocked at the recognition of my face. I dialed Elias’s number, it rang once, twice, then went straight to voicemail. I hung up without leaving a message and tried again. Same thing. My pulse ticked higher with each unanswered

Aria’s POVAn hour later I carried the tray back into the living room.The meal was a faintly steamed roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans slicked with butter. It was simple, but I had prepared it carefully and I’d also triple-checked the seasoning.Claire and Kade sat side by side on the long leather sofa, wine glasses catching the lamplight, a low murmur of business news droning from the television. They looked relaxed and triumphant. Like people already celebrating a victory that hadn’t yet been announced.I set the tray on the low table between them and stepped back.Claire didn’t glance up. “Stay.”I froze.She lifted the fork, took a small, deliberate bite, chewed once and immediately spat it onto the porcelain plate with a wet clatter.“Water!” she gasped, hand flying to her throat. “Water…now!”My stomach dropped. I scanned the tray frantically, mind racing through the recipe. Had I salted it twice? Burned something? I didn't bother tasting it because…Befo

Aria’s POVI found myself standing in my old room, the Luna’s room inside the mansion.Everything was bright. The walls were painted pure white, catching the sunlight that poured through tall, open windows. The air smelled clean, like fresh linen and cedar. The four-poster bed was made with crisp white sheets, the burgundy drapes replaced by sheer curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze.I stood in the center of the room, barefoot on the cool hardwood floor, feeling strangely peaceful.Then a voice cut through the stillness, strong, maiden-like, commanding.“Aria.”Fear spiked through me, sharp and sudden. I shot to my feet, spinning around, searching for the source. It was the same voice that had whispered in my head before; when I refused to sign the papers, when I asked to stay until my memories returned.“Who’s there?” I called, voice shaking as I turned in a slow circle.My gaze landed on the full-length mirror across the room, until I found two glowing blue eyes stared back

Aria’s pov“Move it!” the guards barked, dragging me down the corridor toward my room.I tried to comply, really tried, but something inside me fought back, stubborn and fierce. It was getting harder to hold her down.My insides burned like I’d swallowed fire. Something restless prowled beneath my skin, desperate to break free.She wanted to come out. Wanted to lunge at anyone close enough to touch. But I couldn’t let her.And I wouldn’t let her.The guards yanked the door open and hurled me inside.“Ah!” I cried out as I hit the floor hard, knees scraping against the rough concrete. The impact jolted through me, my body shuddering violently. My heart slammed against my ribs; my hands trembled.Then I looked down.Long, curved claws were pushing through my fingertips, black and gleaming.“You’re going to be locked up until the Alpha gives the order to release you,” one guard said flatly. The door slammed shut behind them, followed by the sharp click of a key turning in the lock.As th