Betsy Braddock Novels & Stories

We would have been more closely aligned to support the Alpha of the Pack. Just as we are wrapping up our conversation, we hear yelling outside the office door. Reid and I jump up to hear an older man yelling for his daughter Mary to come out. Mary walks slowly to the door and when she sees what we now know is her father, he drags her off after slapping her face and throwing her back at the Beta. Smirking the Beta takes her arm and drags her off out of our sight.

/She did a noble thing, keeping Alpha Cillian safe. “I just need to find her. Please, can I request that you or one of your proteges use your gift to locate her. I am worried about her safety. Shadowlands needs her.” She gazed at me in confusion. “Sorry, my ears...You are not Beta Maddox of White Forest?” “No. My name is Beta Briss. Beta Maddox is White Forest…” My words evaporated. It felt wrong to give too much away to this tiny woman. “Hmm,” she grumbled. “She has changed more than she thought then.”

Jake asked, "I don't know, and I don't want to know anything, I haven't forgotten the gunshot trauma, please I will never testify In the court of law against anyone" Betty said, "Okay, come with me, I have a gift for you downstairs" Jake said, "I don't need any gift from you" Betty said, "Well, I get you a classic Prado Jeep, this Is the key, and this Is the keys of this house" Jake said, "I don't need anything from you, keep all those things for yourself" Betty said, and she refused to follow him,

She whispered. My heart skipped a beat. “The fuck are you going on about? You poisoned me.” “Shut up!” “Fuck you!” I spat. “What did you do?” She shook her head repeatedly, mumbling to herself like I wasn’t even there anymore. Drake’s mate. The word trembled through me like thunder. There was no way I was becoming Drake Tanner’s mate. I was just Betsy Alister, a 19 year old girl who happened to be his beta’s little sister. And he was too arrogant. I turned to glare at Vivian, this was her fault.

Feeling satisfied with her handwork, she turned to the direction the gun had fell and walked over to take it. She looked back at the maid, whose eyes were filled with tears, pleading to be spared. Betty ignored her gaze knowing she had no intentions of causing her any harm and everything would have happened differently, maybe smoothly if she had listened. She had originally planned to wait until dawn before taking drastic measures but she saw an opportunity and took it. Her head, nose, and mouth were bruised from the struggle, but she didn't care. If it was the old Betty, she would have been too scared to fight, she would have been unconscious and beaten badly, but she had been through a lot

“The Luna insists I remain in them.” “But why?” she pressed, frowning. I shook my head. I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t risk even a hint of Sabrina’s secret slipping from my lips. If anyone discovered what she was plotting, I had no doubt I’d be burnt alive. “It just has to be this way,” I murmured. “I’ll be fine.” She seemed to accept that, nodding without pushing further. “My name is Betsy. I work in the palace stalls. I milk the cows and goats, feed them too.”

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

~Marcie~ I walked out of the exam room with Sarah beside me. Her vibrant aura radiated from every inch of her figure; she exuded warmth and confidence. Her bright smile and bright eyes seemed to light up the entire hallway, and even though the exam we had wasn't all that, Sarah just had a way to make things feel good and hopeful.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

The sapphire bracelet my grandmother had left me, a flawless royal blue piece worth more than 4,000,000 dollars, turned up on Cecelia Swanson's social media. In the photo, the assistant, fresh out of college, raised a glass of champagne. Her smug caption made my skin crawl: [Thank you for spoiling me, Mr. Tavernier. The Professor said this bracelet alone could buy a few houses~] I sent Mason Tavernier a text. [Bring the bracelet back within two hours, or face the consequences.] He left me on Read. Two hours later, I sat staring at my phone, my finger hovering over the [Report to Police] button. Three seconds passed. Then the reception erupted into chaos. Through the venue's security