All Chapters of The Beta's Salvation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SKY'S POVStanding on the wrap-around porch, I gazed out at the rolling landscape, trying to take deep breaths. The vast expanse usually brought me comfort, but tonight, it felt like a bitter reminder of my isolation. The moon hung low and heavy, casting an eerie glow over the fields that seemed to stretch into infinity. How had my only remaining family turned out to be so cruel and twisted? Why had the moon goddess seen fit to give me a mate who seemed just as heartless? A cold breeze whispered through the tall grass, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a deep pang of disappointment—things were turning out exactly as I had feared. I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down, even for a moment. I knew better than this; it was just like them to kick me when I was down.As I stared into the distance, my eyes caught the flicker of lights and the distant hum of laughter. Narrowing my eyes, I smirked slightly, seeing some of the pack members heading into the woods. They were around my age,

NEO’S POVAs I sat at the head of the long, ornate dining table, my blood boiled beneath the surface. The scent of the lavish meal in front of us wafted through the air—roasted meats glistening under the chandelier, vegetables seasoned to perfection, and decanters of wine reflecting the flickering candlelight. But despite the exquisite setup, steam seemed to rise not just from the food but also from my head, my temper simmering just beneath the surface.I glanced at my watch without needing to; I knew exactly how late she was. Thirty-three minutes. Unacceptable. Punctuality was non-negotiable; any deviation was an affront to my authority. Sky's tardiness was a blatant disregard for both, a direct challenge to the structure I enforced within our pack.As I stewed in my growing anger, vivid fantasies of retribution played in my mind—dragging her out by her hair, locking her away until she learned obedience. The image of her, forced to submit and behave, the harsh discipline stripping aw

Sky POVThe fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the clearing, painting everyone in shades of gold and sin. Laughter and music tangled in the air, the deep bass vibrating through my bones, amplifying the delicious burn of alcohol in my veins.I was floating.Weightless.For the first time since coming back, I wasn't thinking about Neo's plans, about Zeke's betrayal, about how much of a mistake this homecoming was.Right now, I was just here.And so was he.I wasn't thinking. I wasn't overthinking. For once, I was just feeling.Mr Interested—whose name I still didn't know and didn't care to ask—had his hands on me, and I wasn't stopping him. His dark eyes burned into mine, his fingers flexing on my waist as we swayed, our bodies dangerously close but not quite touching. The way he moved—confident, assured—told me he was used to getting what he wanted."You dance like trouble," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and laced with whiskey. I smirked, tilting my head

Zeke's POVSky's lips hovered over mine, her breath teasing me, her scent filling my lungs like a drug I couldn't quit. My body was a war zone—wanting, needing, but holding back. If I took her now, I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't let her walk away from me again. And how would that help either of us?I waited.I wanted her to say something—anything. Why did she run? Why did she leave me to face the wreckage of what we could have been alone?But she didn't.Instead, she let her tongue flick out, tasting my lips like a slow, torturous promise. I shuddered, my restraint snapping thread by thread. My hands tightened on her hips, fingers pressing into soft curves that once belonged to me. That should still belong to me.Her smirk was a weapon, sharp and deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing, rolling her hips against mine, testing, teasing, taunting.And I let her.For a brief moment, it was just us—fire and fury, unspoken words hanging between us, begging to be set free. I wanted to d

Zeke's POVI sat at the table, my body rigid, my jaw clenched so tightly it felt like my teeth might crack under the pressure. My eyes never left Sky, tracking her every move with the precision of a hunter—not for prey, but for protection.She was playing a dangerous game, one only she seemed to think she could win.Neo swirled his wine, his face an impassive mask, but I knew better. His patience had limits, and Sky was testing every single one of them. The pack members ate cautiously, avoiding eye contact, all hyperaware of the tension thick enough to suffocate the entire room.Sky sat there like she owned the damn place. Picking food off plates, tossing taunts like they were casual conversation, all the while smirking at Neo like she knew exactly how close he was to snapping.I had to give it to her. She wasn't afraid.Or maybe she was, but she refused to show it.That terrified me.I kept my posture relaxed, pretending to sip from my glass, but my attention was split between the tw