All Chapters of His Beta's Daughter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As promised, Jace walked me home - and he did so without so much as a squeak of a complaint. It was something that I was grateful for, since I wouldn’t have been able to get myself home from where we were. For goodness sake, I doubted that I would have been able to get myself home from my own school. I didn’t think that I would be able to do it tomorrow, either, but that was not something that I was going to worry about right now. When tomorrow came, it would be tomorrow’s problem. It was as simple as that, in my personal opinion. I had other things to worry about at this point in time - and I was worrying about it. After all, I seemed to have a habit of getting into trouble around here. Jace hung around for a few seconds as I made my way up the front door, and then he waved at me and started to leave. And just like that, I suddenly felt like a rabbit that was walking into a lions den, like someone who was about to have themselves tipped into shreds. I knew that it wasn’t exactly a

It was only after Samantha and Arthur had left, that I started to question whether or not I had made the right decision by allowing them to leave on their own. I knew that there was no threat from inside of the pack, but that did not mean that it was entirely safe for them to leave, either. I was sitting on the sofa right now, but it didn't change the fact that I felt like I was about to run out of the front door at any moment now, to go after them. I needed to make sure that they were alright. But even thouh I had this desire, I knew that I could not give in to it. I needed to stay aware of the fact that it would only be a matter of time before the pack would be able to pick up on all of this, and it wouldn't get us anywhere. Samantha needed to get used to being on her own, because she needed to learn her way around the pack. And the only way for her to do that, would be to allow her to wander around on her own. If she did end up getting lost, then it would not be the end of the wo

I didn't know how long I stayed there, alone and wondering where Elijah was. It was something that had occupied my mind the entire time, but there had been nothing that I could have done about it. I couldn't even go and look for him, because I wouldn't have gotten anywhere. As much as I wanted to pretend that all of this was alright, I knew that it wasn't. It was far from alright, and the longer that Elijah stayed away, the more worried I became. He was the Alpha, and I knew that it was likely that he was attending to the problem, but that did not mean that I was not worried. What if something happened to him and I was going to be forced to stay here and wait until someone finally managed to think about telling me? I knew that it wasn't exactly the thought process to follow, but there was nothing that I could do about it. It was something that was just going to keep happening, regardless of what I tried to tell myself. That was something that I was sure of. But it seemed like there

Guilt ripped through me like a tidal wave, and I could not help but feel like I had been too harsh on Samantha. But it was too late for me to feel this way now. I had already sent her away, and if I had to take a guess, I assumed that it would take a lot more than an apology to get her back here. I could hear her taking the steps two at a time, clearly as determined to get away from me as I had been to get rid of her. And suddenly, the hunger that had been eating at me a few moments ago, was gone, replaced by a hollow feeling in my chest. I knew, without a doubt, that any food that I bothered to make now, would go to waste. And I would be bound to get a lecture for it from the Omegas, so I decided to do the only reasonable thing that was left for me to do, the only thing that could possibly keep me busy long enough to make me forget about the foolish possibility of going to Samantha's room and talking to her about what happened. I knew that she wouldn't be happy with that. I knew it

Just as I had been expecting, I was nothing short of being exhausted when I woke up the next morning. Every fibre of my being screamt at me for staying awake as late as I had last night, and my encounter with Jace hadn't helped one bit. On the contrary, I believed that it had kept me awake for much longer than I would have been. Maybe I was wrong, but I did not think that I was. But there was no use in crying over spilt milk. It wouldn't get me anywere. I just needed to focus on making it through the day and then take it from there. Maybe if I was lucky, I would be able to take a nap, but I knew that that was something that I would not be able to bank on just yet. I would need to use my energy sparingly because if I was burnt out by the time that lunchtime rolled around, I wouldn't even manage with the walk home. And I wasn't just saying all of this for the sake of it, I was saying it because I knew myself, and I knew what I was capable of and what I was not. This was one of those si