THE BETA'S SIN

CHAPTER 5

JAKE DAVIS

I'm in the room, packing my things.

Every folded piece of clothing, every stored object, is a reminder that I’m leaving this mansion behind.

Not just the house, but everything it represents.

My decision is made. I’m married to Liza, and as her husband, I won’t leave her in that small apartment.

I rented a bigger place, a decent apartment, close enough to keep everything under control.

The night is silent, but the weight of my choices still echoes inside me.

The familiar scent of wood and leather in the room surrounds me, bringing back memories of every conversation, every argument, and every moment I had here.

But none of that matters now.

I hear footsteps in the hallway before Clara walks in without knocking.

She stops at the door for a moment before taking a few hesitant steps inside.

"Are you ready to go?" Her voice carries something I can’t quite identify. A mix of exhaustion and something deeper.

I close the last suitcase and look at her.

"Yes."

But I don’t let her leave. Before she can turn around, I shut the bedroom door behind her, locking us in.

I see the slight startle in her expression, but I don’t back down. I need the truth.

Clara takes a step back, confused by my actions.

"Jake? What are you doing?"

My gaze is steady, my voice low, filled with undeniable urgency.

"I need the truth."

She frowns.

"What truth? About what?"

I cross my arms, keeping my stance firm.

"About Thomas."

His name hits her like a blow.

Her face pales for a brief moment before she regains her composure.

"There’s nothing about Thomas. He’s Anthony’s son."

I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head.

"Don’t lie to me, Clara. I saw the mark on his arm."

Her eyes widen, and she instinctively takes a step back, but I don’t let her escape.

When she tries to leave, I grab her wrist and gently push her against the door, blocking any way out.

My body is too close to hers now.

I can feel her quickened breath, the heat radiating from her skin.

This is so forbidden because we’re both married now.

"Jake, let me go." Her voice is tense, but not afraid.

There’s something different about her. Something fighting against what we’re about to face.

"Thomas is my son." my voice is firm, filled with certainty.

"A Beta’s son. Not an Alpha’s."

Her eyes shine with a mixture of emotions I can’t fully decipher.

She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking.

"And what are you going to do with this? Destroy the family I built?"

My gaze softens, but my determination does not.

"No. But there’s no point in lying to me. I know the truth now."

She takes a deep breath, her eyes filled with conflict.

My closeness seems to affect her as much as it affects me.

Her hands tremble slightly before rising, one of them resting against my chest.

Her touch is an electric shock that runs through my entire body.

I want to kiss her.

My desire for her never disappeared, never faded.

It’s there, latent, burning inside me.

Clara realizes it.

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

Just us, the truth between us, the suffocating desire binding us together.

"How long until Anthony realizes that Thomas isn’t his son?"

My voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotions I try to control.

She swallows hard, unable to answer.

And then, without thinking, without being able to stop myself, I kiss her.

The kiss is intense, charged with everything we’ve been repressing for so long.

"This is dangerous, Jake..."

She sighs against my lips as if torn between pushing me away and giving in.

Her hands grip my shirt, as if she needs to hold onto something to keep from completely losing herself.

But then she breaks the kiss, breathless.

"You’re my sister’s husband now."

Before I can respond, loud knocks sound at the door.

Anthony.

We quickly step away from each other.

Shock and guilt flash through her eyes, but before either of us can say anything, I open the door and face Anthony.

His curious gaze scans the room, but he doesn’t comment.

He just looks at me for a moment before telling me that Liza is waiting.

I leave the mansion and drive to Liza’s apartment.

The moment I arrive, something feels wrong.

Men are standing at her door, trying to get in.

Werewolves.

My instincts immediately go on high alert.

I get out of the car and walk toward them.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

One of the werewolves slowly turns to me, a smug grin on his face.

"I don’t think this is your business, man."

"Oh, wait! You’re the guy who was with our girl at the club last night? You won’t be able to protect her forever."

"She’s not yours, and if you come after her again, I’ll kill every single one of you!"

I move before he can say anything else.

My punch lands directly on his jaw, sending him crashing against the hallway wall.

The second one tries to attack me, but I quickly dodge and land a kick to his stomach, making him stagger back.

They try to fight, but I’m stronger.

As a Beta, my strength and speed surpass theirs.

In seconds, the three of them are on the ground, groaning in pain.

The apartment door bursts open, and Liza appears, her eyes wide with fear.

"Jake! What’s happening?"

I grab her hand.

"We need to get out of here. Now."

She rushes inside to grab her backpack.

The moment she returns, we walk past the fallen werewolves and head to the car.

Adrenaline still courses through my veins as I speed away from that place.

Liza takes a deep breath, trying to regain control.

"My sister… how did she react?"

My jaw tightens.

The memories of the room, the kiss, and the truth Clara refused to admit, flash through my mind like a whirlwind.

But all I can say is:

"Everyone’s still trying to process everything."

Liza looks out the window before turning to me again.

"Do you think they’ll try to come after me again?"

I look at her, seeing the fear in her eyes, and when I think of those men touching her, rage begins to consume me again.

I grip the steering wheel tighter before shaking my head.

"They wouldn’t dare."

"Why?"

"Because we’re married now, and no one will ever touch or hurt my wife, Liza."

That’s the truth.

Nothing will get that close to her again. Not anymore.

"Thank you, Jake..." she whispers, looking at me with gratitude, and a smile grows on my lips.

Looking at Liza doesn’t remind me of Clara, even though they’re sisters.

They’re different in almost everything.

I park the car in the garage before grabbing our things and stepping into the elevator with Liza.

She looks nervous, and just as I’m about to say something, the elevator doors open to the penthouse.

Liza looks stunned by the beauty of the place.

"Oh my God, we’re living here?"

"Yes."

I open the apartment door, watching as her blue eyes widen in surprise.

The sight makes me smile.

I feel something for her inside me. Some kind of protective instinct—or maybe something more.

I take our things to the master bedroom, and Liza hesitates.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, seeing her looking at the large bed in front of us.

"Are we… going to sleep in the same bed? I mean… do you want to sleep with me?"

I smile, stepping closer to her.

She looks at me, and I touch her face before nodding.

"We’re married now, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then let’s act like two married people, Liza."

She smiles before stepping away.

"I need a shower."

"Go ahead."

There’s still so much to think about.

And I can’t stop thinking about Thomas.

My son.

My heir.

"Jake?"

I open my eyes when I hear Liza’s voice calling me from the bathroom.

"Yes?"

"Can you grab me a towel?"

I smile at her request before picking up a towel and stepping into the bathroom, finding her with her back to me under the shower.

Liza is a very beautiful woman, and I admit it.

She continues washing herself, and my eyes trail down her wet hair before settling on the tattoo on her back.

A moon.

"Jake?"

I look at her, noticing the blush on her cheeks when she turns fully to face me.

We have slept together before, but this is the first time I see her body without the haze of drugs or alcohol.

I hand her the towel, feeling my body grow warmer than usual as I take in the sight of my naked wife before me.

Liza steps closer, and I watch as she lets the towel slip from her hands, dropping to the floor.

Our faces are so close now, and I can feel her breath against my lips.

I watch as she takes my hand, guiding it to her shoulder and then slowly downward.

Desire starts to take over me at that moment.

"I'm yours now, completely yours..." she whispers, and I can’t hold back anymore.

My hand moves to her neck, pushing her under the running water, soaking us both.

Her lips are demanding, and she moans when my tongue meets hers.

I feel Liza’s hands running down my shoulders before she pulls my wet shirt off my body.

I press her harder against the shower wall, trailing kisses down her neck.

She moans my name, and I close my eyes, feeling her hands stripping me of my clothes.

We're both naked under the water, and I lower myself, licking her n*****s.

Liza grips my hair, rolling her eyes back.

My tongue moves lower, and she shivers under my touch.

Perfection.

"Jake..."

"Tell me what you want..."

"I want you now."

I smirk before kissing her again, this time with more intensity.

"You're mine now, Liza..."

My wife.

But part of me still believes my true mate will always be Clara...