How Does Beatrice Know Betelgeuse Novels & Stories

So she would let the universe play its games with the alpha, because when the truth would be revealed, there would be no place for Sandra to hide, and finally, Aztec would be able to come back to her, right? "Fine, I get it. You don't have to rub it in my face like that. Anyway, if your pretty little trophy yet messy wife doesn't let you fuck her, you can always come to me,” Beatrice said, her lonely laugh making a show. She was hurt but she was slowly learning, and right now, there was no point in insisting. "Whatever I’m leaving,” Aztec responded as he put on his clothes hurriedly. He then checked his watch only to find out that it was eight o'clock in the morning and on a damn Saturday.

Beatrice quickly walked out of the room, then returned a few moments later with a book in her hand. She opened it and flipped through the pages until she came to a stop. “I know exactly what it is. How did I miss this?” Ms. Beatrice said. “What?” Lillian asked. “Her mate is being unfaithful.” Ms. Beatrice's tone was sad, it made my heart stop beating for a second. W-what? How can this be? I haven’t found my mate. How I could I feel pains of cheating if I’ve never even found my mate?

Beatrice opened her eyes, letting out a , shuddering breath of relief. "You see?" Beatrice offered a nervous, frantic smile. "It is fine. I am perfectly fine, Alpha." Turning away, a cold spike of frustration hit my chest. My wolf didn't lie. The scent of silver was undeniable. Had the heat destroyed the chemical compound? A sharp, wet gagging sound erupted behind me. Spinning around, Beatrice dropped the ceramic bowl. It shattered on the hardwood floor. She clawed violently at her own throat. Her eyes bulged, the whites turning a sickly, bright red. Dropping to her knees, she let out a horrific, gurgling shriek. Thick white foam erupted from her lips, spilling down her chin.

Narcia! I ran out the door as fast as I could and all the way down the stairs, when I reached the kitchen, it was gone. Half of the building had just vanished. I looked around to see Mila and Zachie in the only corner of the room left, Mila was hyperventilating, clearly in shock. Ebony and Brad came running out from the woods “Chris!! What happened? We heard an explosion and came running back as fast as we could!” Brad shouted towards me, but I didn’t reply. Ebony ran straight towards us and helped Mila up off the floor. Luna Talia arrived as well. She helped take Mila outside to a bench, Damon took Zachariah with him while Luna Talia helped with Mila’s shock. But where was Ness? I looked al

Mel stuck out her tongue. "Be careful there, dear servant. I eat people for breakfast." Beatrice sighed, as she looked around. She was getting tired already. She hated parties, talk more of a tea party! All they knew was to drink and discuss who to hunt. Just as she looked up, her eyes met with that of someone and she froze. He stood on the stairs of the third floor. He was so far away but her eyes met him, and damn his Amber-Golden eyes made her freeze.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

The only indication that made a reprieve was Sofia’s steady breathing. Beatrice’s voice cut through the quiet. “I took nothing from her,” she said. “Not yet. She is here only so that this council sees what betrayal looks like. And what it shall cost you, Rios.” Rios looked at Sofia again. Then at the Ledger. His hand itched to close the book and draw a line to make this right. But he could only glare at the woman who had been ruining his life. “What have you done, Beatrice?” he asked, his fury floating among the intense gazes. “What have you done?”

“A dead mark will satisfy the hollow. It will satisfy it once, and the engine will take whatever remains in the socket. You have known that since before you told me what you were, and you were going to walk down those stairs and let me watch.” Beatrice’s face did something I had never seen it do. “Who told you that?” “A man on the north terrace with no scent.” “Then he told you the truth,” she said. “It is the only currency he has left with you, and he is spending it very cleverly. It is still the truth.”

"I have to go. I have been here too long already. But Jessie, remember, trust no one completely. Question everything. And whatever you do, don't let Stephanie know you are aware of her presence. The element of surprise might be the only advantage we have." "Wait," I said as she turned to leave. "How do I contact you? If I need help or figure out who she is?" Beatrice pulled out a small stone from her pocket. It was smooth and dark. "Keep this with you. When you need me, hold it and think of me. I will feel it and find a way to contact you safely." She pressed the stone into my palm, and I felt a slight warmth emanating from it.

I like your nerves, you will be a perfect partner for me, I can't wait to have you' He thought, and poured himself another glass of alcohol. A Knock got his attention, and he urged the figure to come Inside. "Master, Beatrice is here to see you. I told her you're not around, but she insisted on waiting for you." "Bring her inside right this minute." He left and return with a sad Beatrice who hasn't stop crying her eyes out. Beatrice quickly fell to the ground, and grab his trouser tightly. “Please I need your help, you have to help me, my house got burnt, and I can't find the culprit." She rushed out, soaking his pant with her tears.