Chapter 63: Two Betas

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Two Betas

Azura was livid. Absolutely furious. So furious, in fact, that she was seriously considering committing a felony.

As Wilson dragged her down the hallway like a sack of aggressively wiggling potatoes, she twisted around and opened her mouth wide, aiming directly for his hand.

Wilson’s reflexes, honed by years of being Kyler’s beta and surviving countless near-death experiences, kicked in. He yanked his hand back just in time, narrowly avoiding being turned into a human chew toy.

His eyes went wide. His soul left his body for a brief moment.

What if she’s contagious?! What if I get bitten and turn into a lunatic like her?! What if I start talking about people turning into boats? Or riding tricycles and causing apocalyptic traffic jams!? I have a reputation! I have standards!

The thought alone was enough to supercharge his hands. His movements became unnaturally fast. If Kyler were watching this, he would’ve immediately filed it away for future reference:

Use Azura as a training tool. Release her like a rabid zombie. Let her chase the pack members. Watch them break their own speed records.

"WHOA—Miss Azura, PLEASE don’t bite me!" Wilson pleaded, his voice cracking like a teenager going through puberty. "Tomorrow, I’m going back to our pack with Alpha Kyler, and I do NOT want to return infected! I mean—BITTEN! I meant bitten!"

Azura stopped mid-lunge. Her mouth slowly closed. She blinked at him, curiosity replacing the murder in her eyes.

"You’re going back tomorrow? Is your pack far from here?"

Wilson, sensing she had temporarily entered "tame mode," seized the opportunity and continued dragging her before she could revert to "feral beast mode."

"Not really. Only about a thirty-minute drive."

Azura nodded thoughtfully, allowing herself to be dragged like a philosophical corpse.

Thirty minutes. Huh. So the two packs are close enough that if the female lead gets bullied in one, the male leads from the other can show up like they teleported. Convenient. Real convenient.

She thought back to all the novels she’d read where the male lead lived in another country, another realm, another dimension—but the moment the female lead was in danger, poof, he appeared like a magical UPS delivery.

Cliché? Yes. But honestly? Kind of funny. And a little satisfying.

Her lips twitched into a small, almost approving smile as Wilson dragged her around the corner.

At least this author thought about geography.

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Two minutes later...

The pack house hallway had become an unintentional theater, and the maids and guards were the captivated audience.

Wilson trudged forward, sweat beading on his forehead, while Azura sat cross-legged on the floor behind him like a meditating potato, her legs folded perfectly, her face serene. She wasn’t walking. She wasn’t helping. She was simply... existing, allowing physics and Wilson’s suffering to do all the work.

The maids whispered behind their hands. The guards pretended to patrol but hadn’t moved from the same spot in three minutes.

"Look at her. She’s not even trying to walk. She’s just... sitting there. Letting Beta Wilson pull her. Like she’s royalty being chauffeured."

"Is Beta Wilson... her new mode of transportation? Like a human rickshaw?"

"Her face looks so peaceful. She’s meditating. She’s leveling up. She’s harnessing the energy of being dragged."

"Maybe this is how she trains to become powerful. Maybe the rumors were true. Maybe she really CAN destroy roads just by walking—she’s just choosing not to. Out of mercy."

"Beta Wilson must be blessed. Imagine being chosen as the future Luna’s personal sled."

Wilson’s ear twitched. He heard everything. Every whisper. Every giggle. Every ridiculous theory.

He wanted to scream.

The triplets had literally gathered everyone and said, "The rumors are fake. She’s not a superweapon. Stop believing nonsense."

And yet here they were. Watching her get dragged down the hallway like a sack of enlightened potatoes, and somehow still believing she was secretly cultivating some ancient martial art.

He sighed so deeply his soul almost left his body.

The Alphas could hold a press conference, release a statement, and personally swear on their mother’s grave—and these people would still whisper, "But did you see how she sat? She looked so powerful."

"Huh? Wilson? What are you doing?"

A voice cut through his existential crisis. Wilson looked up to see Oliver burst out of a side corridor, his green hair bouncing as he froze mid-step.

Oliver’s eyes dropped to the floor.

To Azura.

To Azura being dragged across the floor like a human mop.

His face went through several stages of grief in the span of two seconds—confusion, horror, confusion again, and then full-blown cardiac arrest.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OUR FUTURE LUNA?!" Oliver’s voice cracked like a whip, echoing through the hallway. "ARE YOU BULLYING HER ON HER FIRST DAY IN THIS PACK?!"

Wilson’s hand shot out like a viper and clamped over Oliver’s mouth before he could finish.

"SHUT UP!" Wilson hissed, his eyes wild. "SHE’S CALM RIGHT NOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! CALM! LIKE A VOLCANO THAT COULD ERUPT AT ANY SECOND! SO KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN BEFORE SHE GOES FERAL AGAIN AND YOU HAVE TO DRAG HER YOURSELF!"

Oliver’s eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"MMPH?! MMPH MMPH?!"

He looked at Wilson. Then at Azura, who was still sitting serenely on the floor, cross-legged, staring into the middle distance like she was contemplating the meaning of life.

Then he remembered.

The video.

Oh. Oh no. I understand now.

He nodded vigorously, and Wilson finally released his hand.

"Alpha Kyler told me to take her back to her room during the... uh... interrogation," Wilson whispered, glancing nervously at Azura, who was still lost in her own world. "It was less of an interrogation and more of a... storytelling session from another dimension. That’s why Alpha quickly let me escort her out of his room."

Oliver’s eyes widened again.

Azura made Alpha Kyler—Alpha Kyler, the man carved from ice and nightmares—so confused that he had to eject her from his room just to regain his sanity? That’s not just an achievement. That’s a legendary feat. That’s something to carve into stone tablets.

He wanted to ask more. To dig deeper. To understand the full scope of this madness.

But Wilson’s expression told him this was neither the time nor the place.

So he switched tracks.

"Are my triplet Alphas still in Alpha Kyler’s room?"

Wilson nodded grimly. "Yes. Probably still trying to figure out what the hell just happened."

Oliver’s eyes sparkled with the gleam of a man who had just uncovered a juicy piece of gossip. He leaned in closer to Wilson, his voice dropping to what he thought was a whisper—but was actually loud enough to be heard three hallways away.

"So... does that mean they’ve already talked about the phone? I’m dying to know."

Wilson blinked. "Talked about what phone? What are you on about?"

Oliver glanced around dramatically, then leaned in even closer, his green hair practically tickling Wilson’s ear.

"This morning, Alpha Caelian couldn’t stop laughing. And I mean laughing—like a hyena on laughing gas. When I asked what was so funny, he said he found something very interesting on her phone." He tilted his head toward Azura, who was still sitting cross-legged on the floor like a budget Buddha. "I thought for sure he’d bring it up during the... storytelling session. But since you look confused, I’m guessing he didn’t mention it?"

Wilson shook his head slowly, a migraine already forming behind his eyes. "No. Not a single word about a phone."

Oliver’s face fell. "Tch. And here I thought he’d finally use that smug grin of his to expose something juicy. I was ready for the drama. I had popcorn in my mind."

But then, without warning, Oliver’s pouty expression melted away. His shoulders slumped. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck, and suddenly he looked like a sad, deflated balloon that had just been told its puppy ran away.

Wilson’s eyebrows shot up. "Uh... you okay there, buddy? You look like someone just told you your favorite bakery closed down."

Oliver waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes looked distant. "Nothing, nothing... I just feel restless. And I’ve been getting this weird sensation since yesterday—when we were in that city. Like I left something important behind. Maybe I forgot my stuff. Or my charger. Or my will to live. Ah, forget it." He shook his head and forced a grin. "Anyway, do you know if someone’s been sneaking into—"

And just like that, the two betas completely forgot about Azura.

Meanwhile...

Azura’s soul, which had been vacationing in the astral plane for the past three minutes, suddenly crash-landed back into her body.

Her ears had caught two magical words:

Her phone.

Caelian found something on her phone.

For a brief moment, she almost transformed into an Azurazombiesaurus. A hybrid of zombie, dinosaur, and an idiot who just realized she’s been royally screwed, fueled by pure indignation.

Wait... wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Hold the phone—pun intended.

Not only did they kidnap me. Not only did they make their beta drag me across the floor like a carpet. Not only did they interrogate me like I’m some kind of criminal mastermind...

But they also SNOOPED through my phone like a bunch of digital perverts?

Her eye twitched.

Those. Thieving. Alphas.

Her fingers twitched. Her teeth clenched. For a brief, beautiful moment, she considered crawling back to Kyler’s room and biting all four Alphas on their stupid, handsome ankles.

That’s it. I’m going feral again. I’m going full raccoon mode. I will chew through their designer furniture. I want to bite their ankles while they sleep.

And then, like a lightbulb made of bad decisions, an idea flickered to life in her head.

A terrible idea.

A really, really terrible idea.

If they stole my phone... then the solution is simple.

I’ll just steal it back.

Her lips curled into a grin that would make a raccoon proud.

Tonight. Operation: Phone-napping. Commencing at midnight.