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The arena erupted with cheers and howls as the trials began. Warriors from the pack stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the contenders, each step of the competition designed to test strength, strategy, and resolve.Dominic and Harold faced each other in the center, their contrasting energies creating a magnetic pull that silenced the crowd. Dominic exuded calm confidence, every motion deliberate, while Harold carried a raw intensity, his posture brimming with the determination of someone with nothing to lose.And there I stood, caught in the current of their battle, torn by emotions I couldn’t untangle.The first trial was a test of endurance, an obstacle course that spanned the dense forest. I stood with the crowd as the competitors plunged into the challenge.“Elise,” whispered Lila, one of the healers, standing beside me. “You seem more nervous than the competitors themselves.”“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice tight.She smiled knowingly but said nothing.By the time they returned
Last Updated : 2024-12-07Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 64
The silence in the arena was thick, each second stretching into eternity. Harold and Dominic exchanged one last glance, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Then, as if a silent agreement had passed, the fight resumed.Dominic struck first, his movements calculated, his footwork precise. Harold, bruised and battered, was slower, his strength waning but his resolve unbroken. He blocked Dominic’s strike and countered with a feral determination, his raw energy overpowering the technical finesse that Dominic brought to the fight.The crowd erupted in shouts, gasps, and cries of encouragement. Every blow landed like a thunderclap, every dodge a near miss that left hearts pounding. It was clear Dominic had the upper hand, his strategy and experience keeping Harold on the defensive.But then, fate intervened.As Dominic lunged for what seemed to be the finishing blow, his footing faltered—a patch of loose gravel underfoot throwing him off balance. Harold seized the moment wi
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The celebration was alive around me—laughter, howls of joy, and the clinking of glasses filling the air. I stood off to the side, my heart pounding in my chest as Harold accepted the pack’s cheers. His face was bruised, his movements stiff, but there was a fire in his eyes, an energy in his stance that made him seem invincible.And yet, I couldn’t look at him without feeling a pang of confusion and something I couldn’t quite name.Dominic’s approach broke through the haze of noise. His calm precision was like a blade cutting through the revelry. The crowd seemed to hold its breath as he walked right up to Harold, his expression unreadable.I couldn’t hear my own thoughts over the pounding of my pulse when Harold’s voice rang out, steady despite his obvious exhaustion. “Dominic, I promised that if I won, I’d grant you one wish. You gave me the challenge I needed to prove myself. Name it.”My breath hitched. Dominic’s eyes flicked toward me, and a knot formed in my stomach. Why was he l
Last Updated : 2024-12-08Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 66
The celebration seemed to blur around me, colors and sounds melding into an indistinct haze. My heart was still pounding as I found myself retreating to a quieter corner, away from the revelry, away from Harold’s piercing gaze and Dominic’s unspoken accusations. I needed space, a moment to breathe, to make sense of the emotions storming within me.How could Harold say those things after all this time? How could he look at me with such vulnerability, such determination, after years of being so cold and unreachable? The Harold I had known before would never have made such a public declaration. He would have scoffed at the very idea of it.I ran a hand through my hair, the tremor in my fingers betraying how unsteady I felt.“Elise?”The voice, soft and tentative, made me turn sharply. It was Harold. He had followed me, of course. His eyes, normally so guarded, were open, raw with emotion. It was almost too much to bear.“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” I asked, trying to k
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That evening, the packhouse was quieter than usual, as if the world around me was holding its breath in anticipation of the choices I was yet to make. I sat in my room, staring at the window where the moonlight spilled onto the wooden floor.Harold’s words from the night before echoed in my mind, intertwining with memories I’d tried so hard to bury. The cold stares, the dismissive tones—they clashed with the warmth and vulnerability he’d shown me by the lake. Could it be real? Could he truly change?A knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts.“Elise?” a familiar voice called.I hesitated before standing. When I opened the door, Dominic stood there, his expression unusually guarded.“What is it?” I asked, my voice laced with caution.“I need to talk to you,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.I frowned but didn’t stop him. “Dominic, if this is about Harold—”“It’s about you,” he interrupted, his voice low and insistent. “I can see what’s happening, Elise. H
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The pain was unbearable. It tore through me like fire, radiating from my side and making every breath a struggle. I was vaguely aware of shouting, the sound distant and warped, like I was underwater. My vision blurred, the moon above me a smudged white glow against the dark canvas of the night sky.“Elise!”Harold’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. I felt strong arms lift me from the ground, the scent of him wrapping around me—a mix of earth, wood, and something uniquely Harold.I blinked up at him, my vision swimming. His face was tight with panic, his jaw clenched, and his hands trembled as they pressed against my wound to stem the bleeding.“Stay with me,” he ordered, his tone almost desperate.“Harold…” I tried to speak, but the words came out weak, barely a whisper.“Don’t,” he said sharply, his eyes meeting mine. “Save your strength. You’re going to be fine.”In the background, I could hear Dominic snarling, his voice a guttural growl as he fought off the attack
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“Happy Birthday, my dearest Harold,” I whispered to myself, practicing the line I would say as I clutched the gift tighter. A luxury watch, engraved with my hubby’s name. Today was the birthday of my husband, Harold Gutcheri, the alpha of the Clawstone pack, a famous pack here in Nebraska. I remembered the time when I was told by my beta father that I would become the next Luna of the pack once Harold ascends the position of the Alpha.It was a quick wedding that took off between our families, and even our mating ceremony happened not before long. It was just that, every single time we make love, nothing passionate ever comes out of it. Harold always ends up reaching his climax quickly before I could even cum. There are moments when I question myself if I was even good enough for my husband, which was why right now, I want to try and persuade him to make love with me again after I give him his birthday gift.Elation came within me as I returned to our house with the small box in my
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A day after I walked out of that house, leaving Harold and his bitch mistress in their elicit affair. The sting of Harold’s rejection still lingered within me, but the weight that had lifted from my chest was undeniable. I realized that I was finally free despite how the pain from his rejection still simmered just below the surface. And it was that kind of hurt that led me straight to my bestfriend’s place, Wella, with a bottle of vodka in my hand and I was all ready to drown my sorrows with the only person in the world who would certainly understand what I was going through.“He did fucking what?” Wella practically screeched as her eyes grew exaggeratingly wide. I could see the disbelief in her expression as I told her all about what I saw earlier. “I can’t believe that motherfucker was using you this whole time for his own gain?”I quickly nodded while I felt the burn of embarrassment crept up my cheek. "Yep, I was too naive to realize that earlier, Harold had just used me like a
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The pain was unbearable. It tore through me like fire, radiating from my side and making every breath a struggle. I was vaguely aware of shouting, the sound distant and warped, like I was underwater. My vision blurred, the moon above me a smudged white glow against the dark canvas of the night sky.“Elise!”Harold’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. I felt strong arms lift me from the ground, the scent of him wrapping around me—a mix of earth, wood, and something uniquely Harold.I blinked up at him, my vision swimming. His face was tight with panic, his jaw clenched, and his hands trembled as they pressed against my wound to stem the bleeding.“Stay with me,” he ordered, his tone almost desperate.“Harold…” I tried to speak, but the words came out weak, barely a whisper.“Don’t,” he said sharply, his eyes meeting mine. “Save your strength. You’re going to be fine.”In the background, I could hear Dominic snarling, his voice a guttural growl as he fought off the attack
Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 67
That evening, the packhouse was quieter than usual, as if the world around me was holding its breath in anticipation of the choices I was yet to make. I sat in my room, staring at the window where the moonlight spilled onto the wooden floor.Harold’s words from the night before echoed in my mind, intertwining with memories I’d tried so hard to bury. The cold stares, the dismissive tones—they clashed with the warmth and vulnerability he’d shown me by the lake. Could it be real? Could he truly change?A knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts.“Elise?” a familiar voice called.I hesitated before standing. When I opened the door, Dominic stood there, his expression unusually guarded.“What is it?” I asked, my voice laced with caution.“I need to talk to you,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.I frowned but didn’t stop him. “Dominic, if this is about Harold—”“It’s about you,” he interrupted, his voice low and insistent. “I can see what’s happening, Elise. H
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The celebration seemed to blur around me, colors and sounds melding into an indistinct haze. My heart was still pounding as I found myself retreating to a quieter corner, away from the revelry, away from Harold’s piercing gaze and Dominic’s unspoken accusations. I needed space, a moment to breathe, to make sense of the emotions storming within me.How could Harold say those things after all this time? How could he look at me with such vulnerability, such determination, after years of being so cold and unreachable? The Harold I had known before would never have made such a public declaration. He would have scoffed at the very idea of it.I ran a hand through my hair, the tremor in my fingers betraying how unsteady I felt.“Elise?”The voice, soft and tentative, made me turn sharply. It was Harold. He had followed me, of course. His eyes, normally so guarded, were open, raw with emotion. It was almost too much to bear.“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” I asked, trying to k
Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 65
The celebration was alive around me—laughter, howls of joy, and the clinking of glasses filling the air. I stood off to the side, my heart pounding in my chest as Harold accepted the pack’s cheers. His face was bruised, his movements stiff, but there was a fire in his eyes, an energy in his stance that made him seem invincible.And yet, I couldn’t look at him without feeling a pang of confusion and something I couldn’t quite name.Dominic’s approach broke through the haze of noise. His calm precision was like a blade cutting through the revelry. The crowd seemed to hold its breath as he walked right up to Harold, his expression unreadable.I couldn’t hear my own thoughts over the pounding of my pulse when Harold’s voice rang out, steady despite his obvious exhaustion. “Dominic, I promised that if I won, I’d grant you one wish. You gave me the challenge I needed to prove myself. Name it.”My breath hitched. Dominic’s eyes flicked toward me, and a knot formed in my stomach. Why was he l
Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 64
The silence in the arena was thick, each second stretching into eternity. Harold and Dominic exchanged one last glance, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Then, as if a silent agreement had passed, the fight resumed.Dominic struck first, his movements calculated, his footwork precise. Harold, bruised and battered, was slower, his strength waning but his resolve unbroken. He blocked Dominic’s strike and countered with a feral determination, his raw energy overpowering the technical finesse that Dominic brought to the fight.The crowd erupted in shouts, gasps, and cries of encouragement. Every blow landed like a thunderclap, every dodge a near miss that left hearts pounding. It was clear Dominic had the upper hand, his strategy and experience keeping Harold on the defensive.But then, fate intervened.As Dominic lunged for what seemed to be the finishing blow, his footing faltered—a patch of loose gravel underfoot throwing him off balance. Harold seized the moment wi
Enslaved by my Husband's Beta CHAPTER 63
The arena erupted with cheers and howls as the trials began. Warriors from the pack stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the contenders, each step of the competition designed to test strength, strategy, and resolve.Dominic and Harold faced each other in the center, their contrasting energies creating a magnetic pull that silenced the crowd. Dominic exuded calm confidence, every motion deliberate, while Harold carried a raw intensity, his posture brimming with the determination of someone with nothing to lose.And there I stood, caught in the current of their battle, torn by emotions I couldn’t untangle.The first trial was a test of endurance, an obstacle course that spanned the dense forest. I stood with the crowd as the competitors plunged into the challenge.“Elise,” whispered Lila, one of the healers, standing beside me. “You seem more nervous than the competitors themselves.”“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice tight.She smiled knowingly but said nothing.By the time they returned
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The days leading to the trials blurred into an unrelenting tide of preparations, training, and strained moments that refused to be ignored. As the pack buzzed with anticipation, I found myself standing in the thick of it—between two men whose rivalry was as fierce as the coming trials.Dominic’s presence had always been steady, a comforting strength I could lean on when the world grew too heavy. But Harold’s sudden transformation—his confidence and resolve—left me reeling. There was no denying the fire in his eyes, a fire that seemed to burn for reasons I wasn’t ready to face.Late one evening, I stood on the ridge overlooking the training grounds, the cool wind brushing against my skin as I watched Dominic work with the challengers. His movements were a symphony of precision and power, a testament to the leader he was destined to be.“Elise.”The voice startled me. I turned to find Harold standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable in the moonlight.“Couldn’t sleep either?” I
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The days leading up to the Alpha trials were a blur, each one more intense than the last. The pack’s excitement hummed in the air, like the tension before a storm.Every corner of the camp was alive with preparation—sparring sessions, strategy meetings, and countless whispered conversations. The trials would decide not just the future of the pack, but the future of the three of us. And I couldn’t decide which one terrified me more.Harold or Dominic.Dominic, the undeniable Alpha—the protector, the one who had rebuilt this pack with his bare hands. His natural command, his strength, his unwavering focus made him the perfect leader. Then there was Harold, who had always stayed in the background, his quiet intensity making him a force to be reckoned with. But now, he was stepping into the spotlight, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his decision to enter the trials wasn’t just about the pack. It was about something deeper. Something between him and me.The thought clung to me as
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The air was thick with anticipation as I stood at the edge of our territory, watching the pack prepare for what was to come. It felt surreal, almost like a dream, how much had changed in such a short time. A few months ago, we were scattered, broken, haunted by the ghosts of Kieran and his rebels. Now, we had rebuilt our home, and a new chapter was beginning.Dominic stood next to me, his usual calm composure giving off a sense of strength that seemed to seep into the very ground beneath us. The camp around us was bustling with energy, the pack members moving with purpose, each one determined to prove themselves in the upcoming challenge. For the first time in a long while, there was a sense of unity in the air. But I knew, deep down, this wasn’t just about unity. It was about leadership.“Are you ready for this?” Dominic asked, his voice low but steady, as if he was already expecting the tension that hung in the air.I glanced at him, my eyebrows furrowing. “You really think this is
