All Chapters of The Beta & the jewel thief - book 6: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LYRIC The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. I think I was still on a high from what transpired between Beta Mike and I last night. I still couldn’t believe how receptive I was to him and his touch. This time, I wasn’t scared or apprehensive about what he would expect. I never knew being touched in that way could be so… So thrilling. And tiring. I had no idea having an orgasm as hard as I came could zap the energy right out of you. It was so much different than when I explored myself. So much so, that I wouldn’t be opposed to it happening again. This thought and the actions of the beta from last night had me wearing a rare smile. A goofy one at that. I watched myself, and examined myself, as I brushed my long hair in the mirror after getting out of the shower. The goofy smile was still on my face. I peered closer trying to remember the last time I had worn a smile as genuine as the one I wore now. Except for when it came to Zane, I really couldn’t remember. That was a sa

LYRIC A shrill chill traveled down my spine when the door swung open. Revealing the empty and cold entry to the single-story brick home I shared with Zane for the past three years. We left New Moon early this morning and made it to the boroughs several hours later. It was now dark and quite late. We had eight warriors that followed behind the car Mike, and I were in. King Kellen didn’t think it was wise for us to travel alone. There were no hotels out this way, so I suggested they all camp out in my house. At least for the night. Tomorrow we were going to head towards the small town that Miko ran and then onto the location where this rogue Oliver had given them the location to the transcript of the epitaph, I had secured a few years ago and some diaries Mike said were important. The ride here was very informative. Mike caught me up on what’s been going on as well as a little history about Queen Lamia, King Kellen, and himself. He disclosed the intel of the stones, or at least what

MIKE I woke up to Lyrics' small body sprawled across me. I hadn’t even opened my eyes and could feel the enigma of sparks dancing between our skin. I cracked an eye open, her hair fanned across my shoulder. Legs and arms draped over me. My arms were wound around her middle holding her in place. I had never felt such comfort as I did laying here, with her in my arms. She shifts in her sleep slightly, her leg nudging my hard length. The friction makes my cock jolt and I groan at the thought of what it might feel like sinking into the warmth of her tight pussy. I didn’t want to move; I didn’t want to let go of her, but I couldn’t lay here with her leg brushing against my cock or I was going to crumble, and Duke was going to take over and take what was his. “Lyric,” I whisper. My voice was low and gravelly, still full of sleep. My hand wanders over her back, stroking her. “Lyric,” I whisper again. She stirs but only to tighten the grip her legs and arms already have on me. She buries

LYRIC “Everyone out now!” Garrison yelled, unraveling the whip from his side and cracking it through the crowd. The tip of the tail, sparked with blue electricity as it crackled and whipped the air. The club’s music had halted, and the crowd parted to reveal Mike. One of the men holding me pushed me forward, grasping my hair tightly, using the length to yank me into place, and digging the taser deep into my side, wielding it like a knife. Bodies began to scramble wanting no part of what was about to go down. Mike glared from across the room at the man that held me. Rage and a promise of death shone in his eyes and though Mike's look was full of danger and an emotion that would have most men cowering, I smiled. His look of pure fury warmed my heart, and I knew he would destroy them all. For me. It took only minutes for the club to empty out. Leaving Mike and I surrounded by Garrison and his two dozen or so posse of goons. “Tell me, Swift, is this the client who hired you to steal

PETRA I watched from around the corner as Alpha Travis emerged from the dungeons below the castle. Hidden by the shadows disguised as an eleven-year-old girl. I hated this body. I was a woman now and had been living in this form for over a year. Pretending to be a child again was frustrating. I bite my lips as I watch Alpha Travis wearily climb the stairs to his floor. Almost every night he goes down to the dungeons stays a few hours, or sometimes not even that, and returns looking tired and worn and always with a deep scowl on his face. He’s changed, Alpha Travis has. When I first came here, he was all smiles, strong, intimidating when he needed to be, and not cruel like some Alphas. Though in the past six or so months he had become broody, never smiling, and short tempered. Queen Lamia was here last week with Hunji and it was so good to see them. Even if they thought I was a helpless little girl, they treated me like family. I wanted that. Family. My mother had been killed, I c