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8. Seen But Not Heard
Avery’s POV
I stood there, trying to decipher the true meaning behind his statement. Was he genuinely trying to protect me in his own twisted way, or was this just another layer of manipulation? The coldness in his voice, the intensity in his gaze—it was hard to tell if there was any sincerity behind his threats.His words were a warning, that much was clear. But was there a desperate plea hidden beneath his harsh exterior, or was he simply reinforcing his control over me? The fear of giving his father and brother any reason to intervene seemed to hint at a deeper motive, yet his delivery was so devoid of warmth that it was impossible to fully believe he cared about my well-being.The flicker of something in his eyes—fear, perhaps—left me questioning his true intentions. Was he afraid of losing control, of being forced into actions he might regret? Or was he simply ensuring that I remained compliant, a pawn in his game of power?As his eyes searchRelated chapters
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 9. SLAVE
Avery’s POVOnly ten minutes had passed in silence, the only sounds being the gentle clinks of cutlery against plates. Then I felt it—someone at the table was staring hard directly at me. Though my eyes were glued to the floor in front of my feet, I could feel the weight of the gaze settle right in the pit of my stomach. And it wasn’t Liam; I was certain of that.“So, your punishment is turning her into your slave? How is that working so far?” the Alpha King asked in a gruff voice, his words cutting through the silence like a knife.My heart clenched at being the main topic of conversation. The humiliation washed over me in waves, but I kept my eyes down, willing myself to stay calm.I heard Liam respond evenly, “She’s adapting. It’s a process.”The Alpha King grunted, clearly not entirely satisfied. “A process, huh? Well, I hope she proves to be worth the trouble.”My cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but I remained rooted to my spot, my eyes fixed on the floor. I c
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 10. You're Either With Him or Against Him
Avery’s POVThe silence settled back into the dining room like a heavy fog, as if nothing had just happened. The three of them continued to eat, unbothered, while I struggled to detach myself from the agony, from what was surely just the first of many painful moments to come in this place.Coming here was the worst mistake of my life—worse than trusting Nathan and agreeing to marry him, worse than leaving Liam three years ago. I should never have come here.Losing my pack and my position as an alpha had already wrecked me, but now things were a thousand times worse. Now, I had lost everything. I had lost myself.My mind drifted back to the present as the Alpha King rose from his seat and began to exit the dining room, his son Andrew trailing behind him. Liam remained in his place, finishing his glass of orange juice with deliberate slowness.He finally got up and walked past me, his voice low and tight as he gave a simple command “Follow me.”Every muscle in my body ached as I pushed
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 11. The Heart of My Torment
Liam’s POV"Liam, come to my office, I need a word with you," echoed my father's gruff voice, a stark intrusion into my thoughts.Without a word, I made my way to his study, the air growing denser with each step towards the heavy oak door. Pushing it open, the familiar sight of his expansive, cluttered desk greeted me, a fortress of paperwork and old leather. There, casting a long shadow in the dim light, stood Andrew, my half-brother, ever the silent sentinel by our father's side.I positioned myself before the desk, the silence hanging heavy as I awaited the inevitable onslaught. My father's eyes, sharp and scrutinizing, bore into me for a torturous few seconds before his voice, dripping with disdain, shattered the quiet. “Did you apologize to her for your cruel father’s actions? Promised to protect her and heal her wounds? Begged for forgiveness?”I met his gaze with a defiant scowl, ice forming in my veins. “Of course not,” I retorted, the words laced with bitterness.She would ne
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 12. Fuck You, Liam
Avery’s POVWith each touch to my wounded arm, I whimpered again—lost count after the hundredth time. Olive worked gently, her hands careful as she disinfected and bandaged the raw injury. I clenched my teeth, a futile attempt to barricade the sharp pain that streaked through me like lightning.Her eyes, filled with unshed tears, met mine apologetically. "Almost done, I’m so sorry if I’m hurting you," she murmured, her voice cracking with emotion.I let out a weak scoff, the sound more air than defiance. "You’re not the one who should be apologizing, Olive," I managed to say, my voice thick with the effort of holding back tears.I caught the hesitation in her eyes, the slight tension as she paused, biting her lip. I could sense she was holding back words, probably the urge to remind me that some of this was on me—that had I just kept my head down, refrained from challenging them through staying quiet when asked a question or for saying the wrong answer, maybe I wouldn't be sitting her
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
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 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 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
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