บททั้งหมดของ The Beta’s Unwilling Bride: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Tessa’s POVI push myself up from the bed, my body still aching from what Sebastian just did to me. And I feel sticky and used. But that voice from outside pulls me toward the window. I stumble over, yanking the curtain aside, and there she is, Aunty Clara, standing below. She’s fighting against two of Sebastian’s guards as they try to pull her away, her face twisted in desperation. “Tessa! Tessa, where are you? Let me see her!” Her voice rises. The men grab her arms, trying to drag her back toward the gates, but she’s kicking and twisting, not giving up.At the sight, Sebastian curses under his breath. “How the hell did she find this place?” he mutters to himself, his voice cold. He strides over to the window, his shirt still half-open from earlier, and leans out. “Let her in,” he calls down to his men, his tone emotionless, no anger or surprise showing on his face. The guards hesitate for a second, then release her. Aunty Clara straightens her dress, glaring up at them before marc

Selene’s POVBefore I could say a word, a woman’s voice pierced through from the outside, it’s shrill and desperate, begging to see Alaric. I pause. Darius, still standing too close, straightens, his dark eyes narrowing as the cries grow louder outside. I glance at him, his gaze lingering on me, hungry from that cursed spell I cast. It’s driving me nuts.“Who’s that?” he asks, his voice low, head tilting toward the window.“No clue,” I say. My fingers itch with frustration. “Sounds like a problem.” I brush past him, avoiding his arm, and march to the door. Outside, the evening air is normal, A small group of pack warriors stands near the gate, their faces hard as they surround a woman on her knees. Her gray hair is messy, her clothes old but clean. She’s holding a guard’s legs, sobbing. “Please, I need to see Alaric! It’s about Tessa!”My heart skips at Tessa’s name, the woman I’ve been trying to erase from Alaric’s mind with that spell. I step forward, jaw tight, and the guards move

Tessa’s POVThe next morning, waking me up gently. I stretch in the bed.My body aches a bit from the yesterday stress, but it’s nothing compared to the tension I’ve carried for so long. I glance over at Aunt Clara, who’s still sleeping soundly on the other bed. I sit up, feeling a fresh start, rubbing my eyes, and peek out the window. The village is buzzing with different activities, people walking, kids laughing as they run down the street, vendors setting up carts with fresh fruits and bread to sell. No guards watching every move, no alphas giving orders. Everyone just… moves freely. It pleases me, this simple freedom. I smile a little to myself at the sight.I slip out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Clara yet. I made my way downstairs.“Good morning, Tessa,” she says, wiping her hands on a towel. “Sleep okay?”“Yeah, better than I expected,” I reply. “This place… it’s different. I like how people just go about their business. No one hovering over you.”Melinda nods, pouring

Sebastian’s POVI storm into the pack hall, my fists clenched so tight. Rage boils in my veins and I can feel my wolf snarling inside, ready to tear something apart. Tessa’s been gone for over a day now, and no one seems to have a damn clue. How the hell does that happen? I slam my hand on the table, the thud echoing through the room.“Everyone in here, now!” I say, my voice dangerous, cutting through the air. The men scramble in, their faces bowed. Gideon’s the first to step forward, his broad shoulders tense, but he keeps his expression steady. “How?” I snap, pacing in front of them, my eyes narrowing on each one. “How the fuck does my wife vanish from under your noses? You’ve been patrolling, watching every damn corner of this territory for twenty-four hours straight, and she’s just gone? Poof? Like she grew wings and flew away?”One of the guards, swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Beta Sebastian, we… we checked the borders. No tracks, no scent trails leading out. It’s li

Tessa’s POVWe’re still catching our breath on the bathroom floor, when shouts erupt from outside. The music cuts off abruptly, replaced by chaos, people yelling, glasses shattering, and what sounds like furniture being thrown around. My heart jumps into my throat. “What the hell is that?” I say, scrambling to my feet and yanking my dress back on. Lana quickly pulls her own clothes together, her face shifting from satisfied to alert in a second.“Stay here,” she says, her voice low and urgent, but I’m already moving toward the door, cracking it open just enough to peek through the slit. The club’s main room is a mess. A group of rough-looking guys, five or six of them have burst in, shoving partygoers aside like they’re nothing. They’re built muscular, with their glowing eyes that scream wolf to my senses. My wolf stirs inside me, hackles rising, confirming it. They were indeed wolves. They’re attacking the crowd.One of them, the leader, grabs a terrified bartender by the collar an