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Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate
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"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.
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Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 21. Would You Mind Getting Off Me?
Avery’s POVHours had passed, each minute stretching endlessly as I paced back and forth across the dimly lit room. My muscles were knots of tension, cramping painfully from the relentless motion and the iron grip I maintained on the copper candlestick I had snatched from Liam's nightstand. It felt cold and heavy in my hands, a makeshift weapon against an unknown threat.I was on edge, every nerve alight with the anticipation of danger. I half-expected the door to burst open at any moment, the bearer of that ominous note finally coming to fulfill their grim promise.The silver cuffs around my wrists were a constant torment. They dug cruelly into my skin, drawing blood that trickled down my arms now. Each movement sent fresh waves of stinging pain shooting through me. The wolfsbane in my system was a cruel tormentor, its poison seeping into my veins like acid, making my head swim and my stomach churn. Tears streaked down my face, the culmination of stress and fear finally breaking thro
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 20. Why The Sudden Change of Heart?
Avery’s POVHe paced relentlessly, a caged predator in his own right, each stride echoing ominously across the room. For a solid five minutes, he avoided any connection with my eyes, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance. Rooted to my spot, I felt like a small creature under the scrutiny of a wild animal; any sudden move from me might just unleash the storm brewing within him.Abruptly, his pacing ceased. He planted himself firmly in front of me, his features set in a mask of icy detachment. "You will be locked in this room until tomorrow," he declared, his voice cold and unyielding as steel. "You will be quiet and stay inside the whole time without a sound."His words struck me, leaving me momentarily breathless, too stunned to form a coherent response. Locked in a room for twelve hours? That was the extent of his punishment? It seemed almost too benign, suspiciously simple, and devoid of the pain I had braced myself to confront.Sile
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 19. Don't Fucking Test Me, Avery
Avery’s POV "Of course, by 'terms' I meant terms of punishment, because your slave here disrespected me," Andrew's voice dripped with condescension, each word carefully crafted to twist the knife deeper. I stood there, gaping at him in stunned silence. He had been openly extorting me for a kiss, leveraging the threat of punishment which I feared—deeply and viscerally. Against every instinct screaming inside me, I had been moments away from capitulating, only to find myself now falsely accused of a defiance I hadn't even dared to voice. Liam's gaze, icy and penetrating, shifted onto me, and I felt a shiver of dread ripple through me. "Disrespected you how?" he demanded, his tone sharp as flint. "She told me to go to hell," Andrew replied with a casual ease that belied the gravity of his accusation. As he spoke, he sent me a quick wink, a secret little signal that went unnoticed by Liam, who was too absorbed in his scrutiny of me.
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 18. So?
Avery’s POVThe oppressive silence of the room wrapped around us like a shroud, dense and ominous. Andrew stood motionless, his piercing gaze locked on mine, his expression unreadable—a veritable enigma that left his next move shrouded in mystery. The air was charged with a palpable tension, each passing second stretching into an eternity, fraught with unspoken threats.“Didn’t your master teach you to keep your eyes and head down in the presence of your superiors like a good slave?” His voice was a disturbing blend of flirtation and iciness, slicing through the thick air between us.Anger flared within me, and though every fiber of my being screamed to retaliate, I subdued the impulse. With a controlled exhale, I lowered my gaze and head, offering him no words, no satisfaction.“Something you need, Prince Andrew?” My voice was a tight whisper, barely concealing the storm within.“I just wanted to enjoy some quality time with you, satisfy my curiosity,” he r
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 17. The Slave Stays
Avery’s POV"Get up, Slave," a rough voice commanded from above me. I stirred, the remnants of sleep clinging to my consciousness. The pain that had enveloped me the night before had dulled to a persistent ache, yet my body was drenched in sweat, my clothes glued uncomfortably to my skin. My hair felt damp against my neck and shoulders, and my mouth was parched, as dry as the desert winds. Shifting slightly, I turned my head and my eyes locked with Liam's. His gaze was dark, intense, almost piercing.As we stared at each other, something stirred within my mind—fuzzy, blurry, and dreamlike. Flashes of scenes from the previous night flickered before me, scenes that seemed incongruous with the monster he had been yesterday.Fragmented images haunted me—of him cradling my face tenderly in the sterile light of the bathroom, his eyes brimming with a torment so piercing it threatened to splinter my heart. He was pleading with me, his voice thick with
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 16. Will A Kiss Heal?
Liam’s POVAvery's soft cries continued their relentless assault on my heart, each sob slicing through me with a precision that was almost surgical. Her tears soaked into my neck, a warm, salty cascade that seeped down into the pillow beneath my head, marking the very spot where my resolve crumbled entirely.Holding her even tighter, I murmured words steeped in regret, my voice a low, remorseful hum against the backdrop of her anguish. "I'm so sorry, Avery. I never wanted to do this to you. It was the only way to protect you. I'm really sorry."Her response came as a shivering whisper, her words punctuated by the chills that racked her feverish body. "No, you're not. I hate you, you're a liar. You enjoyed it."Despite the sting of her accusations, a small, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. This fierce, defiant spark was undeniably Avery—unbroken and unafraid. She was no longer cowering before me; instead, she dared to speak
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 15. Anything You Want, Avery
Liam’s POVWe retreated to my bedroom, the silence between us heavy and unbroken. Without turning to look at her, I issued a curt command, my voice devoid of warmth. "Go to sleep." I then made my way to my own bed, my thoughts churning tumultuously.Rest was the last thing on my mind. Instead, I yearned to release the beast within, to transform into my wolf form and race through the night, muscles stretching and lungs burning, to purge even a sliver of the emotional chaos that gripped me. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to leave her alone, vulnerable and isolated in this cold, unfamiliar place. Trust was a scarce commodity here; only Olive had proven loyal, and she had already spent the day by her side.My inner wolf, Sean, stirred within me, his growl resonant with deep-seated anger. "You don't deserve an outlet for your pain as long as she is suffering," he accused, his voice a harsh whisper in my mind. He understood the reasons behind my actions, perhaps e
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 14. I Hate Myself a Million Times More
Liam’s POVI loosened my iron grip on her wrists, which had been pinned mercilessly above her head to quell her earlier resistance. As I stepped back, a complex mix of emotions churned within me. The raw intensity of our earlier conflict still echoed in my veins, mingling with a piercing sense of remorse. I watched her carefully, noting each pained expression that flitted across her face.She moved towards the nightstand with slow, halting steps, each one seeming to cost her more than the last. Her body trembled uncontrollably, a visible testament to the brutal effects of the wolfsbane that ravaged her system. The sight of her so vulnerable, so utterly debilitated, stirred a turbulent sea of guilt and regret inside me.My emotions were a tangled skein of conflict and remorse. As I observed her painful, shuddering progress, a profound sense of guilt washed over me. It was a stark contrast to the power I had wielded just moments before. This guilt was not just for
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 13. Just Like Your Father
Avery’s POVHis mouth opened slightly, a flicker of surprise etching across his face at my bold defiance. Despite his chilling threats and stern warnings, which I had brazenly cast aside, he seemed momentarily taken aback. But really, he should have known better; after all, he knew me quite well.In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted violently. I was slammed against the wall with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. His hand clamped around my neck, his grip iron-tight, pinning me mercilessly in place. "You keep this up, there might not be any promise left to uphold," he hissed, his voice deadly quiet. "I’m not even sure you’ll survive being a slave here."Before I could muster a response, he brandished a syringe from nowhere. With a swift, calculated movement, he plunged the needle deep into the side of my neck, injecting its contents into my bloodstream. I winced at the sharp, unexpected pain and gasped, taken completely off
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