My Beta Charming
Of course, she had never needed a pep talk to hit him.
She hit him again, but he didn't react despite his instincts roaring in his head. He was a royal beta; no one could raise their finger on him, much less their hand. But he suppressed his instincts and let her take out her anger.
Frustrated, she shifted to his chest, hammering it with her tiny fists. Tears streaked down her cheeks, her sobs wracking her small frame. He didn't so much as flinch. Instead, when he felt her breaking under her frustration, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her into an embrace. He was still soaking wet. She hadn't conjured up clothes for him as a petty revenge.
Bab Populer