All Chapters of The Beta's Other Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anastasia lost track of time after the second day. The torture, the pain, the light constantly glaring in her eyes-- even her pants were heavy and labored but in the cold and lonely cell, they echoed back to her.How long has it been since she last laid eyes on him? It felt like eternity but at the same time, it felt like just yesterday when she sat beside him in the conference room ignoring the glare thrown at her and the accusations that came with her positions.'A female Beta can never amount to anything,' they would whisper behind her back. Even the news carried it. She read them all in the papers- it was fun because he enjoyed suing every single one of them till they were forced to go anonymous.The woman in the cold dark cell smirked when she remembered that. Those were fun times she had to admit. With her eyes closed and her head leaning against the wall of the cell that smelt like dried blood and rotten bodies.One of them was still fresh. She could recognize that one. Why? Sh

"Alpha Levi?""Hmm?" He turned his head sharply with confusion written all over him. "Right!" He tapped the side of his head before scratching it.Surely his wolf was giving him as much a hard time as Anna's.She wondered if anyone else could smell the rich scent of his pheromones that smelt like french caffeine.The rich overpowering scent was driving her crazy."Sorry, I uhm," he started to apologise to the judges. "I still don't understand how these work. Sorry," he smiled a bit but those eyes were lost in confusion and in thoughts.He had a lot going on with his wolf right now, he could barely concentrate.Maureen placed her hand on his shoulders and cracked a reassuring smile at him, "It's okay, Alpha Levi. It must be hard for you. If you want, we can postpone this trial for another day."The offer seemed appealing to him because his shoulders slumped in relief and he gave a simple nod.As if planned, the guards outside stepped in and they tugged at her chain, helping her to her

TWO WEEKS LATERAnastasia slammed her back against a car, gasping for air as she took a closer look at the gunshot wound on her left arm. Shit! She needed to take out the bullet before the wound could even begin to heal but the damn silver must've already dissolved in her blood. It was a special kind of bullet that if not taken out in the next thirty minutes would only dissolve faster and weaken her werewolf core.The sky was dark and her senses were all over the place. She needed to get out of here-"Find her quickly!"She went silent at that order and she knew she couldn't stay here any longer. This has been going on for two weeks now. Ever since she escaped from Noble Hunters Pack, the news had spread like wildfire.She had been labelled as a rogue who was to be brought back dead or alive.She saw her poster everywhere on the walls, the newspaper stand and even on the billboards. The werewolf government was serious in her case- if only they had taken Weston's investigation serious

In his dimly lit room, he poured himself a drink and walked with the drink in his hand, moving around with a file in his hands. The smell of whiskey hit his nose before he swallowed the drink in one gulp. It burned his throat and at the image of red flames, her beautiful red hair waltzed in his thoughts. He gripped the cup too tight. Oh how badly he had stopped himself from holding her longer.She felt so soft, so small and so right in his arms. She was simply perfection.But the way she stared at him. Her eyes were cautious and she acted as though he were a threat.Did she not feel the mate bond? Surely she did. Why was she trying to deny him and pretend she didn’t feel it? How long would she keep this up?He had never considered himself a patient man. He didn’t want to wait for her to relax around him. His hands itched to claim her. His teeth wanted to bury themselves in her neck. He wanted to inhale her sweet sweet scent.She smelled like wild fucking roses. How was that even poss

Her wound was attended to the next morning and the female servant offered to help her shower. She shooed her away. What were they implying? She had an injured arm which didn't mean she was handicapped but after trying to avoid water spilling on her bandage, no one told her to open the door and invite the servant in.She did so groggily and she sat in the bathtub while the young woman helped her shower. It was an inconvenience especially when the bath didn't have the usual smell she was used to. But who was she to complain? During the two weeks she escaped, having her bath was a luxury that she couldn't afford.Anna was offered clothes and when she checked herself in the mirror, she was tempted to ask who had picked her outfit. This was just like what she used to wear; a black mini skirt with black net leggings, blue jock jacket and a bra top inside. To top it all, small heeled ankle boots.She almost felt like her old self again.Her hair was combed and her curls had straightened out.