All Chapters of Resisting the Beta: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sensation of my soaked underwear, rubbing at my clit with every flex of Sawyer’s hips soon has me begging for more. He soaks up every little noise I make. It’s bliss. Quickly overwhelmed at the sensation of finally being together, my back pressed up against the wall, he watches me flush red, back arching into his nerve-hitting thrusts. "I need to see you do that again," he says, carrying me over to the bed. Poor Jane. I’ll buy her some seeds. Selfishly, not much else mattered when Sawyer loomed over me. Smiling together as the soft, spongy mattress saw us sink together. His hand sweeps through my hair, blue eyes drinking me in. He doesn’t undo my bra. Instead, he roughly palms my breasts out of the cups. Making them stand higher, my nipples already risen , seeking his attention. He didn’t tell the Alpha’s about us. He believes me. That’s almost as unreal as the way his warm body feels pressed against mine. Nobody apart from Sawyer knows I read those books. He’s put hi

When I’m capable of thinking, I sometimes stare down at my blistered, ruined wrists and find it droll that Phoebe and I now share matching scars. Confessing to Phoebe how I felt weak standing before the Alpha’s, pink blossoms still tickling my ears, seems naive now.. I know the true meaning of the word after weeks of wolfsbane and silver. Powdered wolfsbane is added to everything I eat. It’s bitter, disgusting flavour lingers for hours. Its effects mean Nash hasn’t spoken in weeks. He may never be capable of communicating again. I only eat because I can’t just wither away without seeing her again. "Give it up, Sawyer, you’re pissing me off with those noises,” Beta Tucker growls through the wooden door. “You better not be jacking off in there you fucking pervert.” I don’t reply, too busy panting from grisly sets of press-ups and Russian twists. There are two Betas behind my door at all times. “I said stop it!” slapping his meaty hands against the door. I don’t blame him. I’d

The drive over to White Forest was hellish. But then, I’m not being sent there to enjoy Nikolai’s sparkling hospitality. Two guards on me at all times. Instructions to kill should I try to shift. White Forest had slightly better cells. Three grey, solid stone walls and one silver-reinforced gridded metal wall. The entrance, a slender stone staircase, just to the side of the huge vaulted hall. White Forest parades it’s prisoners through the main foyer precisely, so nobody forgets who the criminals are. No anonymity here. Everyone stops and stares as Nikolai and his guards march me through. Once deposited into a cell, I am abandoned. Instead, I could look through the iron and silver bars down a slim, narrow corridor to the guards station. More miserable grey stone walls. There were no other prisoners, the other cells echoed with grim silence. No other prisoners because they don’t keep them long at White Forest? The first few days, I waited for the drop. For the storm of footst

They never said they believed me, but the wolfsbane stopped. Food tasted normal again. I can’t push it and ask for anything else yet. Like actual freedom. The bumblebee pendant never leaves my hand. Genevieve and Nikolai continue to come down to the cells, but they aren’t offering me anything other than a life in prison yet. No rumours overturned. Apologies offered. /They are keeping you alive. Who is to say Cillian would have done that. His anger is something I don’t think we can ever overcome./ Nash softly grumbles. It took a few days, but once the wolfsbane eked itself out of my system, Nash reappeared. For the first time, I appreciated his presence, allowing his soothing, warm aura to bring my anxieties down a notch. Nash is pragmatic and realistic, but never doubting in our ability to be a good man. Right now, that means a hell of a lot. We began to spend long hours silently conversing. I tried to discover what he thought of my decisions when I banished him from s

“Rami? Our little Rami…to save a human?” Naomi gasps, Finn immediately agreed, both of them scowling. I knew it would go this way. I didn’t bother to argue with Huli about it, mainly so I could stay present. My big sister and Finn match in black vests and dark pants, the bulge of daggers clear against both of their hips. I wore a beige, dress made of long intertwined strips of fabric. Normal in Lanfear, bizarre at home. Alpha Cillian completes our group, his expression as stern as when we accused Sawyer. Followed by guards from the instant we crossed over into the human border, my arrival home had been greeted by one seriously pissed off welcome party. That was before we asked for Rami’s tender little throat and wolf. Cedric loomed over our conversation, mounted in the silver-clad carriage, a silver-tipped crossbow loaded. Heath shuddered and shook in the back, turning greyer by the second, draped in royal blue. The pure ice of Huli reminds me she is not of this world. “