All Chapters of The Beta's Forsaken Daughter : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabella POVThe silence of my bedchamber was suffocating. Every ticking second felt like a heavy weight pressing against my chest, making it nearly impossible to draw a full breath. The memory of my confrontation with Killian in his study kept looping endlessly behind my eyes, each harsh word echoing off the walls of my mind until my head throbbed.I sat on the edge of the plush velvet mattress, my hands trembling violently in my lap. I had spoken my peace, I had stripped away every lie between us, but the relief I had hoped for never came. Instead, a terrifying sense of trapped despair settled deep into my bones.I needed to escape. I needed to get out of this castle, out of this kingdom, before Killian's dark, possessive grip swallowed me completely. But how? My mind raced through endless, chaotic scenarios, each one crazier and more dangerous than the last. Should I set fire to the east wing as a distraction? Should I bribe an omega carrying laundry out through the service gates?

Isabella POVThe serene, quiet atmosphere of the morning glass conservatory didn't last long. By mid-morning, heralds were marching through the vaulted corridors of the palace, blowing silver horns to assemble every single selection candidate on the high stone courtyard overlooking the eastern cliffs.The morning air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of pine, damp earth, and distant rain. When I arrived, flanked by Vespa and Clover, the rest of the twelve candidates were already gathered in small, whispering clusters across the polished flagstones. The court was out in full force today, seated along the grand stone tiering above us.Nora stood near the front, flanked by Iris and Gemma, her shimmering golden dress from the night before swapped for an impeccably tailored, form-fitting riding coat in royal crimson.To her left stood Maeve Thorne, the elegant candidate representing the Moonshine Pack, smoothing down her embroidered gloves, while Talia Vance stood quietly nearby. Talia

Isabella POVThe heavy oak doors swung inward, and the sudden warmth of the room hit me like a physical touch.Killian hadn't merely arranged a private meal, he had transformed the high western tower into a gilded sanctuary. At the center of the chamber sat a wide mahogany table, draped in dark midnight-blue velvet that matched the precise starlight shade of my dress. Above us, crystal chandeliers glowed with soft candlelight, casting a golden halo over silver platters piled high with spiced roasted pheasant, dark glaze drenched berries, delicate pastries, and crystal decanters filled with deep crimson wine. The air was rich with the scent of roasted cinnamon, sweet honey, and burning cedar from the grand hearth.It was breathtaking, decadent, and unapologetically romantic. It was the exact lavish treatment every candidate in the Selection had been clawing for, a prize that would have driven Nora and Seraphina mad with jealousy.And as I crossed the threshold, the sheer luxury of it

Isabella POVThe Grand Ballroom of the royal palace was a breathtaking cavern of gilded marble, towering glass mirrors, and cascading crystal chandeliers that turned the evening light into a sea of glittering diamonds. Music from a thirty piece orchestra floated over the crowd of high ranking lords, pack elders, and council ministers dressed in their finest ceremonial velvet and heavy gold chains.I stood beside the high marble pillars, dressed in a sleek, off the shoulder gown of spun liquid silver that shimmered like moonlight against water. Vespa and Clover had outdone themselves, I looked every bit the ethereal, untouched favorite of the Alpha King."Look at her, posing like she belongs in a palace," Seraphina’s loud, venomous voice carried across the marble floor, cutting over the delicate notes of the violins.She glided toward me, flanked by Nora and a small entourage of elderly council ministers. Among them stood Lord Malakor...a harsh, traditionalist elder with sharp eagle ey

Isabella POVThe heavy oak doors clicked shut as Princess Valerie ushered Lord Malakor and the council ministers out of the study. The moment the room cleared, I didn't give Killian time to process his victory.I grabbed him firmly by the dark velvet lapels of his jacket and yanked him into the shadowed alcove beside the heavy window drapes. I pressed my back against the cold stone wall, pulling him flush against me until there was barely a sliver of air left between us.Killian let out a sharp, ragged breath, his heavy hands instantly coming around my waist to trap me against his broad chest. His golden eyes blazed with molten fire, leaning down to capture my lips in a desperate, possessive kiss."Isabella, you finally—""Stop," I whispered sharply, sliding two fingers up to press firm against his mouth.His body went dead still. His dark amber scent laced with a volatile edge of confusion, his heavy pulse thumping wildly against my thigh where our bodies met."You agreed to my publi