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Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 21
The following week’s morning felt thick with an unnatural quiet, the kind that settles right before a storm. I had barely set foot in the packhouse before Jason intercepted me, his face drawn and tense.“Elisse,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Victor Gutcheri has arrived.”The words hit me like a punch. The Alpha King had arrived, here, on our territory. And not just any Alpha King—Harold’s father, Victor Gutcheri. Known for his ironclad rule and his ruthless demand for loyalty, Victor was a man even the boldest alphas feared. The fact that he had chosen to come here unannounced could mean only one thing: he intended to investigate something, perhaps even disrupt it.I felt my stomach tighten as I nodded and took a breath. “Where is he now?”“He’s in the main hall. Harold is with him,” Jason replied, glancing down the corridor nervously.“Right.” I forced my voice to stay steady, though my pulse thrummed with anxiety. “I’ll be right there.”But even as I spoke, I felt the
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That evening, as the entire pack house gathered in the main hall for the event Victor had called. Candles burned in sconces along the walls, their flickering light casting a warm glow that contrasted with the frigid atmosphere.I stood beside Harold, maintaining the carefully rehearsed unity we’d managed to project for Victor throughout the day. The Alpha King sat at the head of the grand dining table, his presence unmistakable as he looked around the room with a satisfaction that bordered on arrogance.Once the last of the pack members settled in their places, Victor raised his glass and gestured for silence. His sharp gaze fell on Harold and me as he began to speak.“It is a rare honor for me to visit my son’s pack, but I do so today with both pride and purpose,” Victor began, his deep voice carrying through the room. “Harold has shown strength and loyalty beyond measure, and I expect no less from his Luna.”I felt the weight of his words settle over me like a shroud. A respectful
Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 23
FEW DAYS LATER…The chill of dawn brushed over my skin as I made my way down the path, heading to the pack’s warehouse for today’s training session. The air was still, and only the faintest light hinted at the sun rising on the horizon. I kept my focus on the crunch of my boots on the gravel, steadying myself for the rigorous exercises with the pack members and other she-wolves. I relished the intensity of training—it was a moment where I could forget the politics, the secrets, and the careful balancing act I had to maintain in the pack house.But just as I turned the corner, the air shifted, and a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into the shadows. My instincts kicked in, and I spun to confront whoever it was, but a familiar scent and a steady gaze stopped me."Dominic?" I whispered, feeling the thrill and irritation mix in my chest. My first instinct was to push him away, but his firm hold kept me in place.He leaned in, his face close enough that I could feel his breat
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The low flames of Harold’s study cast flickering shadows across the room as I entered, drawn to the grim silence hanging in the air. Harold was at his desk, fingers pressing into his temples, a brooding figure with barely contained rage simmering beneath his composed exterior. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up, his gaze cold, cutting. “So,” he began, his voice a steely whisper, “the Alpha King wants an heir. Our heir.”I took a steadying breath, keeping my face neutral. “Yes. He was quite clear about it. He sees it as a way to solidify his power.”Harold scoffed, rising from his chair to pace the room. “And you really think he’ll be content with a few excuses? He’s already been watching us like a hawk, Elise. He’ll expect results. And soon.”I felt the tension gather in my shoulders, my own frustration threatening to rise. “I know that, Harold. But what would you have me do? We agreed this was a arranged marriage.”“But I never agreed to… this,” he spat out, his voice laced wi
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HAROLD’S POVThe crisp morning air settled over the training grounds, cool and biting. I stood, arms crossed, watching the warriors as they sparred, each powerful strike and leap a testament to their dedication. Their strength, their loyalty, it was the backbone of our kingdom. I had taken pride in cultivating them into formidable fighters, but the Alpha King’s visit today unsettled me. My father’s summons had been brief, his intentions cloaked in mystery. He rarely left his estate, and the sudden decision to inspect our troops felt like a prelude to something I didn’t yet understand.I saw him approach, his figure casting an imposing shadow across the field. His mere presence commanded attention; the warriors halted their training, standing at attention as he passed by, his gaze hard and unreadable. He didn’t say a word, simply continued down the line, observing each of them with an intensity that made even the most seasoned soldiers tense under his gaze.When we reached a more se
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ELISE’S POVThe grand dining hall of the estate was dimly lit, flickering with the soft glow of candlelight that danced along the polished silverware. The Alpha King sat at the head of the table, his imposing presence filling the room. Beside him was Harold, his son—and my husband. The tension between Harold and me felt thicker than the cold stone walls surrounding us, but we each played our parts, exchanging forced pleasantries over the evening meal.I picked at my food, my appetite diminished by the heavy air. The Alpha King’s piercing gaze made it nearly impossible to relax, though I did my best to keep my composure.“So, Harold,” the Alpha King began, turning his attention to his son. “How has the training been progressing? Your men are as disciplined as ever, I hope.”“More than ever, Father,” Harold replied smoothly. “They’re a powerful force. It would take more than a revolt to threaten us now.” He cast a glance my way, though his expression remained carefully neutral. It was t
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The morning sun had barely crested over the trees when I found myself standing in the heart of the Clawstone Pack's training grounds, a stretch of dirt and stone surrounded by a growing crowd. The air was thick with anticipation, as if even the birds had paused to watch. Pack members were gathering to see the spectacle—their Luna, thrust into a fight she hadn’t chosen, would have to prove herself worthy of the title.I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting over the faces in the crowd. Some were skeptical, others intrigued, and a few wore expressions of open disdain. I wasn’t blind to the gossip that had spread since last night’s dinner, the whispers of my supposed lack of strength. It was a struggle not to feel self-conscious, but I forced myself to hold my head high, hiding the anxiety twisting in my stomach.Somehow, the Alpha King’s demand that I prove myself in a public display had spread through the pack like wildfire. There was no backing out now; the entire pack wanted a show,
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After the match with Leonor, I could still feel every bruise throbbing beneath my skin. My muscles ached, and my pride was wounded, yet I’d managed to survive. But it was only a survival, not a victory, not the kind of powerful display that the Alpha King might be hoping for from me—the Luna of Clawstone Pack. The Alpha King had stopped the fight just as Leonor had been ready to strike a final blow. It felt strange—he had ended it before I could truly stand or fall on my own merit. And while a part of me was relieved that I hadn't been dealt the ultimate humiliation, another part felt a piercing doubt, one that gnawed at my chest and clouded my mind. What had he seen in me, or not seen, that made him decide to stop the fight?That question weighed on me more heavily than anything else, and by the evening, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed answers. I gathered myself, taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, and made my way to the Alpha King’s private study.As I approached the
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CHAPTER 35The next morning, the sunlight streamed into my room, illuminating the neatly arranged vials of the healing potion I had worked on late into the night. The green liquid gleamed in the morning light, a small victory in the face of Leonor’s taunts. I ran my fingers over the cool glass of one vial, silently resolving to take it to Harold as proof of my dedication. My stomach twisted at the thought of facing him. Though he had allowed my explanation, his warning still hung heavily in the air. If he suspected I had lied, there would be consequences. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. Was it Harold? Or worse—Leonor? “Come in,” I called, trying to sound composed. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was Dominic. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable, carrying a basket filled with fresh herbs. “I thought you might need these,” he said, setting the basket on the table. “Thank you,” I replied, a mix of relief and gratitude i
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“Why in the world was I even caught up into this mess?” I was surprised I was talking to myself but it would seem I was not done yet as I even added, “Now I even ended up becoming an apothecary luna.” with a disheartened sigh in the end.The scent of dried herbs filled the room as I leaned over the small table, meticulously measuring ingredients with trembling hands. The steady rhythm of my mortar and pestle grinding roots into a fine powder was the only sound, a therapeutic contrast to the chaos in my mind. The lie I had spun to Harold about creating a healing potion wasn’t entirely far-fetched; my mother, once an apothecary, had taught me the basics of herbal remedies. But reviving those long-forgotten lessons now, under such pressure, felt overwhelming. I glanced at the small cauldron on the table, where a viscous green liquid simmered gently. Steam curled upward, carrying the sharp, earthy aroma of wild thyme and calendula. A healing potion, meant to speed recovery for wounded
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Dominic and I trudged back toward the pack house, the weight of the encounter in the woods hanging heavily between us. The dull ache in my arm from the werecat's claws was a constant reminder of my recklessness. Dominic hadn't said much since we left the forest, his jaw tight and his steps brisk, as if the mere act of walking might cool his frustration. The pack house came into view, its looming structure a symbol of safety and authority. Relief washed over me, though it was short-lived when I spotted Alpha Harold standing at the entrance, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes locked on us. Dominic muttered under his breath, “Here we go.” Alpha Harold’s presence was intimidating, as always. His tall frame exuded dominance, and the weight of his glare was enough to make anyone second-guess their choices. He stepped forward as we approached, his expression stormy. “Elise,” he began, his voice cold and clipped. “With Dominic again, I see. Why am I not surprised?” Dominic opened
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After days of training under Dominic, I needed to know—truly know—if I was improving or just being coddled. Dominic was good, no doubt about it, but there were moments during our sessions where his strikes slowed, his blows softened. His teasing remarks, while harmless on the surface, made me wonder if he wasn’t taking me as seriously as he should. And that thought gnawed at me. I couldn’t rely on anyone else’s perception of my strength anymore. So here I was, alone, standing amidst the towering trees with a determination burning inside me. The pack house felt miles away, though it was only a brisk walk back. The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of trees, painting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The woods had always been a source of mystery and a touch of danger, but today they were my sanctuary. My escape.“All right, Elise,” I muttered to myself, stretching my arms. “Time to prove you’re not just wasting your time.”The cool morning air filled my lungs as I star
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It was late, and the training warehouse was finally empty. The sounds of grunts, fists meeting punching bags, and the heavy clinks of weights had faded, leaving only the low hum of the lights overhead. I stood by the edge of the ring, wiping sweat from my forehead, waiting for Dominic to start the final session of the night. He kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were alone, his eyes darting to the shadows now and then, ever vigilant. He was always careful, always discreet. "Ready?" Dominic asked, stepping into the ring and flashing a teasing grin. His tone was light, but there was a hint of intensity in his gaze that kept me on edge."More than ready," I replied, trying to sound confident. It had taken weeks of constant persuasion and bribes to get him to agree to train me. Now that I was here, I had no intention of letting his smug attitude distract me. He circled me slowly, his eyes appraising my stance, and I shifted, trying to steady myself. I’d been training with hi
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I stood by the window, watching the night deepen over the pack’s territory, my mind a mess of doubts and restless thoughts. It was nearing the time I’d agreed to meet Dominic in his penthouse, but an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach. Every time I thought about him—the way his intense gaze, his smirk, the confidence with which he controlled every situation—it would seem that I felt an undeniable pull. But I couldn’t ignore the tug of guilt beneath it all, especially with the memories of those steamy moments we shared that was still swirling around in my head with just the mere thought of what would take place tonight.I paced my room, wrestling with the decision. Part of me wanted to cancel, to simply stay in my room and ignore his request. After all, Harold was in the pack house, although preoccupied with Leonor, but that didn’t mean I was entirely free to do as I pleased. And yet, at the same time, I felt bound by the deal I’d made to Dominic. He had agreed to
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After my conversation with the Alpha King, his words haunted me with each step back to my room. The shame and disappointment I had felt fueled a fire in me, a desperation to prove I wasn’t the weak, incapable Luna he believed me to be. I was determined to find a way, no matter what it took.That night, I stayed up late, thinking through every option I had. The Alpha King had spoken of strength, of physical and spiritual power that would prove my worth. There was only one person I knew who possessed both—someone who could help me, even if he was the last person in the world who would want to.And it was, Dominic, the pack’s Beta.Dominic was strong, skilled, and fierce. He was everything the Alpha King would expect in a warrior, and he had trained the pack warriors himself. If anyone could teach me how to be stronger, how to defend myself and develop the skills I needed, it was him. But I also knew he’d be the hardest person to convince. Our relationship had always been… complicated,
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After the match with Leonor, I could still feel every bruise throbbing beneath my skin. My muscles ached, and my pride was wounded, yet I’d managed to survive. But it was only a survival, not a victory, not the kind of powerful display that the Alpha King might be hoping for from me—the Luna of Clawstone Pack. The Alpha King had stopped the fight just as Leonor had been ready to strike a final blow. It felt strange—he had ended it before I could truly stand or fall on my own merit. And while a part of me was relieved that I hadn't been dealt the ultimate humiliation, another part felt a piercing doubt, one that gnawed at my chest and clouded my mind. What had he seen in me, or not seen, that made him decide to stop the fight?That question weighed on me more heavily than anything else, and by the evening, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed answers. I gathered myself, taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, and made my way to the Alpha King’s private study.As I approached the
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The morning sun had barely crested over the trees when I found myself standing in the heart of the Clawstone Pack's training grounds, a stretch of dirt and stone surrounded by a growing crowd. The air was thick with anticipation, as if even the birds had paused to watch. Pack members were gathering to see the spectacle—their Luna, thrust into a fight she hadn’t chosen, would have to prove herself worthy of the title.I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting over the faces in the crowd. Some were skeptical, others intrigued, and a few wore expressions of open disdain. I wasn’t blind to the gossip that had spread since last night’s dinner, the whispers of my supposed lack of strength. It was a struggle not to feel self-conscious, but I forced myself to hold my head high, hiding the anxiety twisting in my stomach.Somehow, the Alpha King’s demand that I prove myself in a public display had spread through the pack like wildfire. There was no backing out now; the entire pack wanted a show,
