All Chapters of The Beta’s Unwilling Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tessa’s POVHe lift me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as I return the kiss, my hands tangling in his damp hair, caressing the hard planes of his back. The kiss is hungry, intense, a fire igniting between us that I can’t control. My body presses against his, the heat of his skin searing through the fabric of my gown. For a moment, I forget every worry, Sebastian, the danger, my anger. There’s only Alaric, his presence consuming, and the pull that binds us, undeniable and fierce. Lititi howls inside me, urging me closer, her instincts drowning out my reason. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently, his body hovering over me as he reaches for his short as he begins to pull it off. He’s done within seconds, his member already hard as it glared at me. I felt shiver run down my spine and without hesitation, he hovered forward and just as he was about to kiss me, I stopped him.“Hold up,” I say, my hand shooting out to stop him. My voice is sharp, cutting through t

Alaric’s POVI begin the morning on the lower grounds training field. The pack warriors shifted, transforming under the morning rising sun as they mastered it. But the younger ones still struggle, their paws slipping on the damp grass as they try to match the older wolves’ pace. I stand on the edge of the training field, arms crossed, my face cold. “Tighter formation,” I call out in command, my voice commanding, cutting through the growls and yips. “You’re leaving gaps a pup could slip through.” I added.A young wolf, barely past his first shift, stumbles, his gangly legs betraying him. He scrambles to his feet, his eyes darting to me for command. “Again,” I say, my tone devoid of warmth. He nods, and rejoins the pack. My orders are precise, my corrections straight to the point, but my mind drifts to Tessa. She’s seen fragments of my world, snippets of the pack, the council but she doesn’t understand my world fully. I wish she could understand my personality. Not the depth of it. Not

Tessa’s POVMy face burns, but I swallow my pride. He’s baiting me, and I hate that it’s working. “Fine. What do you want?”“A massage,” he says, his voice devoid of warmth. “My shoulders, everywhere ache.” “A massage? I don’t know how to do that.”He shrugs, already turning toward the door. “Suit yourself.”“Wait,” I blurt, my heart pounding. He pauses, his back to me, and I curse myself for giving in. “Fine. I’ll try.”He turns, his expression unreadable, and gestures to a cushioned chair. “Sit there,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. He complies. I step behind him, my hands hovering over his broad shoulders. His shirt is still on him, the heat of his skin seeping through, and my fingers slipped as I press them into the taut muscle.“You don’t expect me to feel good while sitting and still on my dress,” he says, his voice cold.He stands and pulls his shirt and lays on my bed, in the guest room. This body… this body that always makes me feel mesmerized at its site. I am finall

Tessa’s POVThe next morning, I wake restless, my body heavy from last night’s encounter with Alaric. His words echo in my mind like a relentless drum: “You’re a risk. To the pack. To me.” The coldness in his voice, the way his eyes held mine without any warmth, cuts deeper than I want to admit. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a risk, a fracture in his perfect pack. I roll over in bed, staring at the ceiling of my room. “I should just pack my bags and leave,” I mutter to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. “Get out of this damn place and never look back.”The memory of the rival pack’s messenger from last filled my thoughts too. Who was he? Why did he come? My mind spins with possibilities, each one darker than the last. What if Sebastian, my soon-to-be ex-husband, sent him? Is he hunting me down, ready to drag me back to a life I’ve already rejected? Or worse, what if he’s plotting something against Alaric, using me as a pawn? I press my palms to my temples, trying to silence the c

Tessa’s POVThe truth hurts more than the threat itself. Alaric’s face last night, unreadable as stone, left me grasping for answers he wouldn’t give. His eyes held a quiet warning, a shadow of secrets he’s not ready to share, and it tears me between trusting him and doubting everything. I want to demand more but something in his stillness stops me. He’s dangerous in a way that doesn’t shout, and I’m too stubborn to let it scare me off.The morning air is cold as I step into the garden to clear my head. Lila, the six-year-old bundle of happiness, is walking beside me, holding my arm. I’d asked her mother’s permission to take her for a walk, needing her energy to chase away the unease clinging to me. Lila’s small hand slips into mine and I squeeze it gently and lovingly.“Tessa, I gotta tell you something,” Lila says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes, wide and serious, dart around as if making sure no one would hear. “I heard the maids talking. They said someone