All Chapters of Beta’s Dirty Little Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Camilla’s POV“You fell over the waterfall, and it was all my fault. I took you there.” I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks.“No,” I whispered, my lips trembling.“Yes. Your name was Nia, and you are my sister,” she pressed, and I opened my eyes to look at her.It all made sense now. I never belonged to Green Hill Pack—I was never born there, and that was one of the reasons I was an outcast. I remembered living in the omegas' hall all my life. I didn’t have a family to go to, except for a woman, Willow, who would come to check up on me every now and then. She had told me that she found me washed up at the Pack's lake, and the only memory I had was that of waking up in the hospital as a six-year-old child.I took in a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh, goddess,” I whispered, then looked at Diana. “I have a family…. You’re my sister,” I choked, and a smile spread across her lips.“I was never able to live with myself. I hated myself that I was the reason you w

Camilla’s POV“Seth?” I whispered, staring at the man through the brown curtains of my hair, standing on the other side of the metal bars, as if he were a ghost.He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one, unlocking the door. Seth rushed to my side, knelt down, and cupped my cheeks.“Camilla,” he breathed my name, while I shook my head, still trying to make sense of what was happening.“How—how did you find me?” I asked as he stood and examined the chains holding my hands.“Shit, Camilla. I’d love to explain, but there’s no time.” He hissed as his fingers brushed against the chains.“They’re made of silver,” I rasped, wincing. Seth stepped back and drew a gun from his hip.“Seth, wh—” My words were cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot. The chains clattered to the ground, severed in the middle, freeing me, though the broken links still hung from my wrists.Seth grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the cell. “We have to get out of here before the

Camilla's POVI lay on the bed in the spare guest room that Tracey had so nicely given me. I tossed on the bed, finding it hard to go to sleep. With a deep sigh, I rolled off the bed, left the room, and found my way downstairs to the kitchen.I took a glass and poured myself some milk, but as I brought it to my lips, I heard a voice say, "What are you doing here?"I turned around, the rim of the glass still resting on my lips, and saw Tracey standing behind me with her hands crossed.I raised the glass of milk. "I was thirsty," I said.Tracey shook her head and pulled her dark braids over her shoulder while taking a step forward. "You know what I'm talking about. What are you doing in my home?"I frowned at her words. "Because Seth wants me here," I said, already feeling my anger rising.Tracey chuckled at my words, stepped even closer to me, and took the glass from my hand, placing it on the island. "No one wants you here. Not me, not my son, and soon Seth will realize it too."I gri

Seth’s POV“Seth, people are watching,” Camilla said softly. Even though I tried to brush it off, the tension twisted in my gut.“It’s your son’s birthday,” she added before walking away. I wanted to follow her, but tiny hands tugged at mine. I looked down to see Jorge’s beaming eyes staring up at me.“Daddy, it’s time for cake,” he said, pulling me toward the crowd.Tracey appeared at my side as people gathered around us, singing the birthday song for Jorge. I scooped him into my arms, and when Tracey placed her hand on my shoulder, the knot in my chest tightened.“You couldn’t wait until after our son’s birthday to suck your mate’s face?” she hissed in my ear. My grip on Jorge tightened, but I forced a smile as he bounced in my arms.“Not now, Tracey,” I muttered through clenched teeth, trying to keep up appearances as the song ended.“Yeah, you should have thought of that,” she shot back as the crowd erupted into applause and the cake was cut.“Happy birthday, Jorgy!” Luna Ava cooe

Seth’s POV Camilla had finally been discharged from the hospital. She sat in the front seat next to me, cradling Lucien in her arms. As we neared the house, I felt her shift in her seat and clear her throat. “Uh… Tracey,” she began, and I instinctively gripped the wheel tighter. “She left,” I said quietly, the words heavy in the air. I remembered the horrible things I said to her, things I could never take back. Before Camilla could speak again, I continued. “That afternoon when I found you on the kitchen floor, there were crumbs of the chocolate cake Tracey had brought in. I panicked. When I went to talk to her, to tell her I love you and that I—” I sighed as I pulled up to the house, parked, and killed the engine. “That I needed to end things, she started talking about Ben, her dead mate, and how the mate bond doesn’t matter. I thought—” I shook my head. “I thought she did something to you, Cam, and I said some terrible things to her.” Camilla rested her head on my bicep, and I