How Does Beatrice Know Betelgeuse Novels & Stories

A familiar-looking man that I can only assume to be her father from the party slams his hand on the table and calls her name, jostling her confidence, but she swallows and continues. “You said it would take a miracle as dowery for you to accept George as my mate. I present to you the high priestess of Ketria here to purify Midland falls under his name; there is your miracle!” The room turns to the alpha and I; I genuinely regret not seeking more information from her, but again, the surprise feels better than my focus on my misery. “Go to your room, Beatrice.” “But father!” “Room, now!” Beatrice falters at her father’s booming voice that trembles every fragile glass in the area.

The chaos turned into a peaceful darkness that I more than welcomed. *Melody’s POV* My body burned with some uncontrollable substance. Something was different. I-I was different. “Mel,” a soft whimper echoed behind me in my mind, making me turn to face it. I was met with the sight of my wolf struggling to stand. I raced to her side, tears filling my eyes. “Oh goddess, Bianca. I’ve missed you so much. Where were you? What’s wrong?” Her deep blue eyes met mine as her voice filled my head. “We don’t have much time.”

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

She crossed her legs and made herself comfortable in her position before she smiled. “You’re doing great today, Beatrice!” Margaret squealed when she saw the woman’s boldness. If it was another girl, Mr. Suarez would have thrown her away. “Next pose, Bea should face Mr. Suarez,” Margaret ordered. “Mr. Suarez, you should lean your back on the couch and put your arms on the armrest.” Callum did what he was told and Bea just watched him follow the exact same instruction. “As for Bea, you should hug Callum and rest your chin on his shoulder. Look at him with dreamy eyes as if he was a dream come true.”

Her hard stare was directed towards me. "She works here." Her head snapped towards Evan in an instant. "And you didn't fire her, why?" I heard him sigh. "Mom, I want you to know something." He put his hand forward for me to take it. He pulled me closer towards him. Victoria's gaze shifted from our faces to his hand that was resting on my waist. "Brae and I are together again." Silence, a moment of unnerving silence before a furious look overtook her features. "Is this some sick joke?" She gritted the question out.

"I'm waiting for you at the side-palace! I didn't marry Selene! As long as you come back tomorrow, you will still be my only Queen! Astro is still my heir!" But all his desperate pleas and empty threats evaporated into the endless sea—lost forever the moment Thalia crushed her crystal to dust.

she answered. “For what? For me to take all the blame? Wow, you’re such a great actress, Aisha! “He sarcastically said. “What do you want me to say, Duke? It’s done, it happened already, and we can’t do anything about it.” she said calmly, “Just accept the fact that we are the fated one, we exchange blood and vows, and you knew better than anyone that no one could ever cut that bond,”

Beatrice is the only one who makes me feel this way and she was the reason for everything. When I reached her inside of our room, I found her sleeping on the bed. She opened her eyes when she felt my presence and she's even shocked to see me. Beatrice was about to climb off the bed when I cornered her. I pinned her against the bed, with her hands above her head. “Are you ready for tonight, Beatrice?” I whispered in her ear, but damn. She's teary-eyed, and it makes my blood boil. “I-I am so-sorry… I can't…”

Houston and I wore expressions of confusion. I noticed the hostility in Bella's countenance dissolves into pain. Her lips quivered as she shook her head as if trying to remember something or shake off a thought. Before I knew it, she stormed off, her flat shoes echoing against the marble floor, leaving a charged silence in her wake. Mr. Houston's expression mirrored my confusion. I could see him opening and closing his lips, trying to comprehend why Bella looked so disgusted to meet them. It was clear he sensed her connection to me but couldn't quite grasp it.

She guessed that Goerge had been informed. She looks back at the ground while Benita who was noticing the situation but could not help but laugh silently in order not to alert the two elders. "Beatrice, when did you become my woman?" Goerge said loudly, attracting everyone's attention. Beatrice looked at everyone and she got extremely nervous and start shaking gradually and sweats covered the back and face. She looked at Benita but Benita smiled at her. Then she realized she might have unintentionally fallen into Benita's trap.