บททั้งหมดของ The Beta’s Unwilling Bride: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Tessa POVI am alone in this, and leaving is not an option. Leaving means probably ending up with another man, which would make him the fourth guy I’ve been with, and it won’t end well either. I know I’m cursed because bad things keep happening to me in love. I guess I’ll just have to stay here instead, and no matter how hard it gets, I’ll endure it. Jaxon is my husband no matter what.Jasper stands there, arms crossed, his face tight with that mix of sympathy and frustration I know too well. The room feels stuffy now, the air thick with the scent of pine from the pack house walls and the faint trace of Jaxon’s cologne still lingering on the sheets. I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped in my lap, trying to hold myself together.“So, what now?” Jasper asks. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “You can’t just let Amanda walk all over you like this. The pack’s buzzing, Tessa. Half of them think you’re the victim, the other half… well, they’re buying her story.”I l

Selene’s POV Ever since Alaric came back a few days ago, things have been… different. Calmer. The air in the packhouse feels lighter, like some invisible fog has finally lifted. I don’t know what changed inside him, but I can feel it. The distance, the quiet storms, the ghost of Tessa. it’s like he buried them somewhere deep. He’s finally moving on from her. And for once, he’s looking at me again. Thank the Moon Goddess.Every morning, he joins me for breakfast now. He even listens when I talk about pack matters. Small things, but they mean everything. To everyone else, he’s still the Alpha, cold, composed, unreadable but to me, I can see the cracks in his armor. The moments where he smiles. The moments where his eyes soften just enough for me.Tonight, I’m sitting by the mirror, brushing my hair, trying not to overthink. The moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains. My wolf, Seraphina, snarls quietly in my head, calm.He’s been watching you more lately, she teases.I roll m

Tessa’s POVThe day had just begun when I got a notification on my phone from a strange number. The soft chime cuts through the quiet of my room, pulling me out of the fog I’ve been in all morning. I glance at the screen, my fingers hesitating for a second before I swipe it open. It’s a message with no text, just a photo attachment. I tap it, and the image loads slowly.And what I saw only made my day worse. There they are, Selene and Alaric. She’s leaning into him, her face lit up with a smile that looks too real, too happy. He’s got his arm around her waist, his expression as unreadable as ever, but there’s something in the way he holds her. Protective. Possessive. My stomach twists, and inside me, Lititi growls low and fierce, the jealousy ripping through us both like claws.Did she send me this photo or Alaric did? Or some stranger. I can’t stop staring. The photo’s blurry around the edges, probably taken from a distance, but it’s clear enough to hurt. Alaric’s gray eyes stare

Tessa POVThe words hit me like a slap from an invisible hand. Vacation? Jaxon and Amanda on vacation? While I’m here, fresh out of the hospital, my body still weak from the fainting earlier, my mind reeling from the fear and hurt that cuts my heart strings at the news. Lila’s eyes dart away from mine, her hands twisting in her apron as if she wishes she could take back what she just said. The kitchen smells of baking bread, warm, comforting but it does nothing to ease the chill settling in my bones.“What do you mean, vacation?” I ask, my voice sharper than I intend. Lititi stirs inside me, her wolf senses picking up on the unease radiating from the maid. “When did they leave? Where?”Lila swallows hard, glancing toward the hallway as if afraid someone might overhear. “This morning, Luna. Right after the Alpha got the call from the hospital saying you’d be okay. He… he said it was a last-minute thing. For Amanda’s health, you know? The stress of the pack and all. They’re at the beac

Tessa POVThe next day, I walk outside to clear my head. The garden is quiet, the air cool, the early morning sun barely rising. I’m tired from everything, Selene’s threat, the fear settling deep in my bones, the way Jaxon has vanished from my life like smoke. My wolf is restless, pacing inside me.I take a slow breath and stop near the roses.“Maybe today will be peaceful,” I whisper.But the moment I turn, a strong hand clamps over my nose and mouth. A sharp, sweet smell invades my lungs. I struggle, nails digging into skin, kicking back, but the grip only tightens.My vision blurs.My body weakens.The last thing I hear is a deep male voice saying, “Don’t let her fall.”Darkness swallows me.When I open my eyes again, I’m lying on a cold concrete floor. My head throbs. My stomach twists in pain. I blink until two shapes sharpen into two men standing over me, tall, rugged, dressed in black. Their faces are familiar but not enough to name.I push myself up.“W-Who are you?” My voice