All Chapters of Help!! The beast is obsessed with me. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rex I noticed the immediate change in Riley’s expression the moment I mentioned that her father was waiting downstairs to see me. The fear that crossed her face was unmistakable, and for a moment, I found myself wondering what exactly was going through her mind. Although she tried to conceal her reaction, she wasn't particularly good at hiding her emotions.I already knew how terrified she was of her father, which was precisely why she had absconded with the compensation she received on her first night at the palace.Initially, I hadn't understood her decision. Every maiden who came here received generous compensation, and most of them left without any complaints. Their families were usually more than satisfied with the arrangement, especially when they considered the amount of money they were receiving. Some had even returned to the palace to express their gratitude, thanking me for my generosity as though I had done them the greatest favour of their lives.Riley, however, had chose

Riley “You ungrateful wench!” My stepmother's hand struck my face so hard that I lost my balance and fell flat on the floor. A sharp pain spread across my cheek.“After everything I have done for you, I raised you like my own daughter instead of asking your father to throw you out, and you have the audacity to run away with the compensation given to you and paint us as Villains to the king?” she yelled, her face twisted with anger.I lay on the floor, staring at her as tears gathered in my eyes. I was too exhausted to defend myself, and the pain in my body made it difficult to even sit up.My father had finally succeeded in dragging me back to the house after beating me mercilessly on the way here. I could barely remember how many times he had struck me.Now, I regretted ever running away from the palace. Perhaps I should have stayed there and endured whatever the king had planned for me. Even being the king's bed warm

Riley The door to the basement opened, and my father walked in, followed closely by a man I had never seen before.The moment my eyes settled on the stranger, I couldn't help but notice how enormous he was. He was much bigger than my father, with broad shoulders and a frightening appearance. Scars covered his face and were scattered across his body, making him look even more intimidating. Some of the marks were particularly noticeable against his skin, and I couldn't help wondering what kind of life he must have lived to acquire so many of them.However, it wasn't his size or the scars that unsettled me the most. It was his scent.There was something distinctly strange about it, something I couldn't quite identify. It was unlike the familiar scent of the wolves I had grown up around, and the difference immediately put me on edge.Although I had yet to receive my wolf, I had spent enough time around werewolves to recognize their scent. It was something I had become familiar with over

RileyI slowly opened my eyes and looked around, trying to adjust to the light. I blinked several times, squinting as though my eyes had been shut for far too long. I closed them briefly before opening them again, hoping my vision would become clearer and the unfamiliar surroundings would begin to make sense. However, no matter how carefully I looked around, nothing seemed familiar.I couldn't remember anything—not how I had gotten there, what had happened to me, or even who I was. It was as though my entire life had been erased from my mind, leaving me with nothing but confusion and unanswered questions.I slowly sat up, only to wince when a sharp pain shot through my head. Instinctively, I raised my hand and touched the painful area, discovering that it was wrapped in a bandage. I gently felt around it, trying to understand the extent of my injury. When I attempted to move my leg, another wave of pain coursed through me, forcing me to stop.Despite the pain in my body, I eventually

Riley Talia smiled at him, and almost immediately, a flicker of recognition crossed his face. His lips parted, and he struggled to speak, his expression contorting with the effort. Yet, no words emerged from his mouth. All that escaped him were a series of low, strained grunts, frustratingly inadequate for whatever it was he wanted to say.Talia seemed undeterred by his inability to speak. She bent over him, gently running her fingers through his hair before leaning closer to whisper something in his ear. I watched in silence as she showered him with an affection that seemed almost instinctive, her movements tender and familiar. With every gentle touch, an inexplicable irritation began to stir inside me. I found myself wishing I could reach over, pull her away from him, and put some distance between them. The thought came so suddenly that it caught me off guard.Why was I feeling this way?I had no reasonable explanation for the strange possessiveness taking root in my chest. To the