All Chapters of CHASING HIS RUNAWAY MATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 Beatrice’s POVThe AftermathThe instant we emerged from the rest area, the cold wind of the grand hall brushed against my skin, but my tight chest would not ease. My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The music, the conversation, the sound of clinking glasses — it all felt far away and muffled, like I was under water. What had just happened was so heavy it pushed against my ribs, and I could hardly breathe. I had been cornered. Hunted like prey. And I would have fought — I was ready

Beatrice’s POV After Xander left, the hotel suite felt strangely still.It was strange not to have his presence. I sat up in bed, extending my limbs, my muscles still sore from the insanity of last night. I played it back in my head: the masked intruder at the party, the howling fear, the total impotence until Xander arrived.He had burst in like a force of nature, his posture imposing, his voice cutting with unmistakable authority. And then, without missing a beat, he had ordered the man’s termination.A shiver ran down my spine. It wasn&

V Beatrice's POV. By that time, the ticking clock in the corner filled the void in between us. I was in front of the mirror, fiddling with the neckline of my dress and attempting to pay no attention to the tension in the atmosphere. The memory of last night — the kiss, the heat, the tension — had yet to leave me and was clinging to me like a second skin. I can sense him heavy across the room. Xander’s specter loomed large in my thoughts, a reminder that nothing about this matter was simple. I attempted to concentrate on the task at hand, adjusting my gown, yet my mind remained wandering back to him. The way his lips had seared against mine, the way his hands had gripped me like I was something valuable, someth

Beatrice's POV.The auction continued as if anything had occurred, as if Xander hadn’t just dismissed a man with one lethal glance, as if his hand hadn’t anchored around my waist like a possessive tether, as if what he’d whispered in my ear hadn’t knocked the breath from my lungs."You belong to me."And even now, the memory of his touch lingered, the heat of his breath against my skin not quite fading.It was ridiculous.Those words were not his to say. Which gave him no right to treat me like I was his possession, like he could take me whenever he wanted. And yet every logical inclination I had told me yes, I should be furious, shoving him away, but I couldn’t deny how the thrill that had raced through my spine at the moment he had.What the fuck is wrong with me?Once outside, the cool night air on my flushed skin, I knew I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.Xander walked a few steps ahead of me, his gliding effortless, every inch of him radiating the kind of power. He did n

Beatrice's POV I was still trying to process yesterday's night when Xander came walking in the next morning like nothing had ever happened, looking effortlessly pulled together. As if I hadn’t spent the night in his arms, wrapped around him, the world’s stillness broken only by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my palm, his heat seeping into my bone.His navy-blue shirt was unbuttoned at the top, with just the merest hints of collarbone visible, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and making tanned, muscular forearms visible. He seemed the very essence of the powerful Lycan King—calm, composed, completely in control.I, meanwhile, was barely holding it together.I huddled over my coffee, hair a flop, bleary eyes from fatigue. It was a mix of a hundred different emotions, my brain circling that memory from last night, over and over and over again.The warmth. The safety.The way his scent had encircled me like armor.You’re not thinking of it, Beatrice.I took a long dri