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Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 27. Don't Beg
Avery’s POVI hadn't known what to expect from this impulsive leap, but the last thing I imagined was enjoying our kiss so much, or getting utterly lost in the sudden, intense surge of emotions it sparked within me.I melted into him, my body quivering slightly with pleasure from the delicious sensation of his lips pressed against mine. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, he deepened the kiss with a bold stroke of his tongue, and from that moment, I was utterly and irrevocably lost in him.Unexpected, too, was how much he seemed to enjoy the kiss. His hands were gentle yet deliberate as they cradled my face, tilting my head to better explore the depths of our kiss.We only broke apart when the need for air overcame us, but even then, he kept his forehead pressed against mine. We stared into each other's eyes, silent and wide-eyed, our mutual surprise at this unforeseen intimacy hanging palpably between us.Want to know what else I wasn’t expecting?A very not expecte
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 28. How Could You?
Avery’s POVI moved with cautious steps, acutely aware of the tension thickening the air between us. Uncertainty clouded my thoughts—I wasn't sure what churned in his mind, or how deep his anger might run after discovering me in a stolen kiss with his brother. My choice had been my own, free and deliberate, but now, as we stood locked away in his bedroom, silence was my only refuge. He paced the room, a relentless predator in his own domain, casting not even a fleeting glance my way. One hundred and sixty seconds felt like an eternity in that charged stillness.A knot of fear tightened in my chest, fear of what he might do next, what harsh words might fall from his lips. The possibility of being wounded again, either by his actions or his words, loomed over me. Yet, beneath that fear, a stubborn determination took root. I needed to understand his true feelings, to see the heart of the man I once knew.Was I truly nothing more to him than a despised slave, a breaker of his heart, a
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 29. I Hate You
Avery’s POVWhen I remained frozen, rooted to the spot by a mix of fear and defiance, his grip on my collar tightened abruptly. The sudden pressure stole the breath from my lungs, forcing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into me as he leaned in closer, his voice a venomous whisper that left no room for disobedience. “You better not make me repeat my orders everytime, Slave. Strip. All your clothes off. Now.”His words hung heavy in the air, an ultimatum that echoed ominously in the small, stark room, reinforcing the gravity of my situation. His demeanor was unrelenting, his authority absolute, and in that moment, the reality of my powerlessness crystallized painfully within me.What was he planning next? The question gnawed at me, but I knew better than to voice it; his answers were never straightforward.He released his grip abruptly and stepped back, his eyes alight with a fiery menace that promised p
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 30. Don't Fight It
Liam’s POVI lost all semblance of control. The floodgates burst open, irreparably so, because of her. She, who wrenched open a chasm within me that could never again be sealed. From the moment she re-entered my life, the cracks began to spread—each pained glance, each subdued whimper, each involuntary flinch, each shadow of fear she cast, gnawed at the edges of my composure. I fought desperately to shore up the breaches, erecting frail pillars of resolve to stave off the inevitable collapse. Yet, all my efforts crumbled to dust the moment I witnessed her lips press against my brother’s in a kiss laden with the unmistakable sweetness of falling in love.In that instant, I plunged into the depths of my own despair, a torrential downpour flooding my senses, submerging me. I thrashed wildly, struggling to breathe, to surface, but the water was unyielding. Suffocating. And she—she seemed to bask in my torment, flaunting her newfound affection not on
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 1. A Wedding Nightmare
Avery’s POVI lost everything on my wedding day.The sun had just begun to set, casting an eerie golden glow across the room that was supposed to be my sanctuary. The delicate floral wallpaper, once a symbol of innocence and future promises, now seemed to close in on me with every relentless tick of the clock. I sat on the edge of the bed, my wedding dress, with its layers of lace and satin, felt more like a straitjacket, suffocating me with each breath. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional bursts of laughter and music from the reception below, mocking my turmoil.Earlier, I had stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, only to stumble upon a sight that churned my stomach. My husband of just thirty minutes was locked in a passionate, almost grotesque kiss with Lila, my Beta’s daughter. The way he devoured her with his lips, it was as if he wanted to consume her whole. Their eyes glinted with a shared, evil satisfaction when they noticed me standing there, frozen in
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 2. Beg Me to Stop
Avery’s POVI lunged at her, ready to rip her apart with my bare hands, the betrayal burning inside me like a wildfire. How could the closest people in my life have played me so cruelly?Lila was my best friend, my only friend. I'd trusted her with my life, shared my deepest secrets with her. How could I have been so blind to her true nature? The realization hit me with the force of a sledgehammer, shattering any remaining illusions I had held.And Nathan? He was handpicked by my father, the son of a trusted friend from another pack. How did I not see his true intentions? How did I miss the signs that he wanted to take everything from me, to strip me of my pack and my power?I wasn’t crazy in love with Nathan. Not by a long shot. My heart had already been claimed and broken by my one true love, a love lost to time and fate. But it still stung deeply to be in this position, to be betrayed by those I had welcomed into my life, to be played so thoroughly by people I should have been able
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 3. Condemned by the King
Avery’s POVI ran for what felt like an eternity, my feet pounding against the forest floor, each step fueled by a mix of fear and determination. Elizabeth's screams still echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of her sacrifice. Every breath I took was a painful reminder of the wolfsbane coursing through my veins, sapping my strength and slowing my pace.Just when I thought everyone had turned their backs on me, Elizabeth had given her life to save mine. The pain of her loss was a raw, burning ache in my chest, but it also ignited a fierce resolve within me. I couldn't let her sacrifice be in vain.My wolf, Sienna, stirred within me, struggling against the poisonous effects of the wolfsbane. She was a powerful presence, her strength a lifeline as I pushed myself forward. Despite the pain, she lent me what little energy she could muster, urging me to keep moving, to reach safety.I could hear the wolves closing in behind me, their relentless pursuit echoing through the forest. Every bea
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 4. How Far Are You Willing to Go?
Avery’s POV“Get it over with,” I whispered, a touch of desperation in my voice, pleading for an end to my torment, my suffering, my misery.He continued to gaze at me with those dead, cold eyes. Then, I felt his fingers tighten around my neck, and my breath caught in my throat. He was really going to do it—kill me with his own hands, succumbing to his father's cruel, sadistic game.He squeezed a little harder, and the world began to blur at the edges, my heart pounding in my chest. Just as darkness threatened to close in, he released his grip. My legs trembled, and I gasped for air, my breaths coming out in shallow, uneven waves as if I had been suffocating for minutes instead of seconds.Liam finally broke eye contact, turning to look at his father. The room seemed to spin around me, the intensity of the moment leaving me reeling. The suffocating tension hung heavy in the air, and I struggled to steady my breathing, feeling as though I had just been pulled back from the brink of deat
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Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 30. Don't Fight It
Liam’s POVI lost all semblance of control. The floodgates burst open, irreparably so, because of her. She, who wrenched open a chasm within me that could never again be sealed. From the moment she re-entered my life, the cracks began to spread—each pained glance, each subdued whimper, each involuntary flinch, each shadow of fear she cast, gnawed at the edges of my composure. I fought desperately to shore up the breaches, erecting frail pillars of resolve to stave off the inevitable collapse. Yet, all my efforts crumbled to dust the moment I witnessed her lips press against my brother’s in a kiss laden with the unmistakable sweetness of falling in love.In that instant, I plunged into the depths of my own despair, a torrential downpour flooding my senses, submerging me. I thrashed wildly, struggling to breathe, to surface, but the water was unyielding. Suffocating. And she—she seemed to bask in my torment, flaunting her newfound affection not on
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 29. I Hate You
Avery’s POVWhen I remained frozen, rooted to the spot by a mix of fear and defiance, his grip on my collar tightened abruptly. The sudden pressure stole the breath from my lungs, forcing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into me as he leaned in closer, his voice a venomous whisper that left no room for disobedience. “You better not make me repeat my orders everytime, Slave. Strip. All your clothes off. Now.”His words hung heavy in the air, an ultimatum that echoed ominously in the small, stark room, reinforcing the gravity of my situation. His demeanor was unrelenting, his authority absolute, and in that moment, the reality of my powerlessness crystallized painfully within me.What was he planning next? The question gnawed at me, but I knew better than to voice it; his answers were never straightforward.He released his grip abruptly and stepped back, his eyes alight with a fiery menace that promised p
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 28. How Could You?
Avery’s POVI moved with cautious steps, acutely aware of the tension thickening the air between us. Uncertainty clouded my thoughts—I wasn't sure what churned in his mind, or how deep his anger might run after discovering me in a stolen kiss with his brother. My choice had been my own, free and deliberate, but now, as we stood locked away in his bedroom, silence was my only refuge. He paced the room, a relentless predator in his own domain, casting not even a fleeting glance my way. One hundred and sixty seconds felt like an eternity in that charged stillness.A knot of fear tightened in my chest, fear of what he might do next, what harsh words might fall from his lips. The possibility of being wounded again, either by his actions or his words, loomed over me. Yet, beneath that fear, a stubborn determination took root. I needed to understand his true feelings, to see the heart of the man I once knew.Was I truly nothing more to him than a despised slave, a breaker of his heart, a
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 27. Don't Beg
Avery’s POVI hadn't known what to expect from this impulsive leap, but the last thing I imagined was enjoying our kiss so much, or getting utterly lost in the sudden, intense surge of emotions it sparked within me.I melted into him, my body quivering slightly with pleasure from the delicious sensation of his lips pressed against mine. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, he deepened the kiss with a bold stroke of his tongue, and from that moment, I was utterly and irrevocably lost in him.Unexpected, too, was how much he seemed to enjoy the kiss. His hands were gentle yet deliberate as they cradled my face, tilting my head to better explore the depths of our kiss.We only broke apart when the need for air overcame us, but even then, he kept his forehead pressed against mine. We stared into each other's eyes, silent and wide-eyed, our mutual surprise at this unforeseen intimacy hanging palpably between us.Want to know what else I wasn’t expecting?A very not expecte
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 26. Can I Touch You?
Avery’s POV"Are you trying to get me into trouble?" I asked, my gaze sharpening into a narrow slit, suspicion threading through my voice. It seemed implausible, his sudden generosity, as if the darkness in his heart had suddenly turned altruistic."Letting me shift and run around only to snatch me back, claiming I was trying to escape the pack?" I threw the words at him like accusations, waiting to see how he'd maneuver around them.His response was a grin that unfurled slowly across his face, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “That’s an overactive imagination you’ve got. Ever think about writing thriller novels?” he teased, his tone light but not diminishing the seriousness of my concern."I do not trust you, Andrew," I declared, the formality of titles slipping away unnoticed—or perhaps inconsequentially—as he let the conversation flow. "Call me paranoid all you want, but I've learned the hard way. Anyone can betray you, no matter how close they seem or how trustworthy they may appe
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 25. My Misery Entertains You?
Avery’s POV"So let's say, just for argument's sake, that I believe you. What exactly were you rescuing me from?" I asked, my voice low and steady, attempting to mask the uncertainty that fluttered like a caged bird within my chest."If I told you... I'd have to kill you," he replied, the sarcasm in his voice thick enough to cut through the chilled air between us."Touché," I retorted sharply. "And what's stopping me from mindlinking your brother?" My challenge hung heavy, a tangible force in the growing tension.His expression shifted, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us with a single, deliberate movement. I fought every instinct telling me to retreat, to maintain distance, as he leaned in, his breath faintly sweet with the scent of vanilla, whispering intensely, "Am I hurting you, Avery?"His proximity was overwhelming, his scent enveloping me, so fierce it invaded all my senses. For a moment, I was rendered speechless, m
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 24. Not All Rescues Look the Same
Avery’s POVTrue to his chilling promise, the echo of Liam’s footsteps had barely faded when his so-called 'loyal' men appeared. Two hearts beat steadily outside the locked door—ominous drumbeats to my impending fate.They stood in silence, sentinels of doom, merely waiting for the moment to act. Their presence was palpable, a heavy weight in the air, even through the barrier that separated us.In the stifling quiet of the room, I lay on his bed, pulling his pillow close. I inhaled deeply, the scent of him—intoxicating and painfully sweet—lingering in the fabric. It was pathetic, perhaps, but I clung to the aroma of the man who haunted both my dreams and nightmares. It was all I had left of the Liam I once knew, a feeble balm for the raw edges of my shredded heart.An hour ticked by—slow, inexorable minutes that stretched into an eternity of waiting. Then, Andrew's voice shattered the silence, sharp and commanding. "Lea
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 23. It’s Not Goodbye
Avery’s POVSeveral quiet days drifted by, marked by a surprising absence of incidents, pain, or punishment. The oppressive presence of Wolfsbane had finally vacated my system. Clarity returned to my mind, the constant ache in my body subsided, and my wounds—those visible reminders of past torments—had fully healed.Each day unfolded with the same monotonous rhythm. I worked tirelessly in the kitchen from the early morning light until the shadows of evening stretched long and dark. Night after night, Liam himself would escort me from the clatter of pots and the warm kitchen smells back to the solitude of his bedroom after his familial dinners. Thankfully, I managed to avoid running into his father or brother during these transitions. Their absence was a small mercy, for each encounter with them was like brushing against a dark cloud of malevolence.Liam and I existed in a strange bubble of mutual disinterest. Since the night he handed me a bag of M&Ms—a token laden with bitter memorie
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 22. Is That a Good Enough Answer for You?
Liam’s POVMy hand hung in the air, waiting expectantly for the note she had hinted at earlier. As I lifted my arm towards her, I heard her heartbeat quicken, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the fear that my gesture incited. The sight cut through me, a sharp pang of pain at her instinctive terror.Despite the fear shadowing her eyes, she continued to challenge me with her words, her defiance unyielding. It was perplexing—her relentless audacity to speak her mind so freely. Each word she uttered was a test, pushing the boundaries of my patience. I found myself caught between admiration for her snarky resilience and frustration at her blatant disregard for the consequences she might face.With a tremulous breath, she finally pulled out a small piece of paper from her pocket and handed it over. My fingers brushed against hers as I took it, feeling the slight tremor of her hand. Unfolding the note, I read the few words scrawled across it, each one a blatant provocation. My bl
