All Chapters of Enslaved By The Cursed Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

As the moon bathed the room in its ethereal glow, I found myself immersed in a deep slumber. Within the realm of dreams, a presence beckoned me—a celestial being of immense beauty and grace. It was the Moon Goddess, her silver radiance casting a halo around her as she stood before me."Yennifer," her voice echoed like a gentle breeze, carrying the weight of countless stars. "I have heard your pleas, and I have come to offer guidance."My heart fluttered with awe and trepidation as I knelt before her, my gaze fixed upon her luminous form. "Moon Goddess, why am I bound to the Alpha King? I cannot bear to live with a ruthless man like Henry. Our souls clash, and the pain grows with every passing day."The Moon Goddess's eyes, shimmering with ancient wisdom, met mine. "Dear child, relationships are a tapestry woven with threads of complexity. Love is not without its trials, for it molds us and shapes us into the beings we are destined to become.""But

As Yennifer's tears streamed down her face, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions welling up within me. I gently ran my hands around her growing bump, my fingers tracing the contours of our unborn child. In that moment, I could see the adoration in my eyes mirrored in hers, and it pained me to think that she believed she had to take our baby away from me. Yennifer's sobs shook her delicate frame, and it broke my heart to witness her anguish. I reached out and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her trembling body, offering whatever solace I could. "Yennifer," I whispered softly, my voice filled with understanding and empathy. "I know you needed some time away, and I get it. I truly do."Her tear-filled eyes met mine, searching for reassurance, for some semblance of forgiveness. I held her gaze, my love for her pouring out through the depths of my eyes. "You are not selfish, my love," I told her, my voice steady and sincere. "We all have moments when we ne

As I sat alone in our grand, empty house, a wave of suffocating emptiness washed over me. It had been a month since I last saw my husband, the Alpha King, and each passing day intensified my longing for him. The absence of his vibrant presence made every room feel lifeless, as if the very essence of our home had been sucked away. I missed him with every fiber of my being.Fear gnawed at my heart as I wondered what could have possibly kept him away for so long. Countless scenarios played out in my mind, each more terrifying than the last. What if he had been ambushed by enemies? What if he had fallen ill or encountered some other calamity? The uncertainty clawed at my thoughts, leaving me in a state of perpetual worry.Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as I grappled with the overwhelming emotions. I longed for someone to give me answers, to reassure me that my beloved husband was safe and would return to me soon. But the guards, while dutiful in

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes fluttering open to a stark, empty room. The cold, gray walls loomed around me, suffocating me with their lifelessness. Panic surged through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. How did I end up here? Where was I?I stumbled to my feet, my body trembling with fear. The air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of my ragged breaths. The room felt like a cage, its invisible bars closing in on me. I reached out to touch the walls, hoping for a clue, but they offered no solace—no escape."Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the desolate space. "Is anyone there? Please, help me!" But my desperate cries met only with silence, as if the room itself swallowed my pleas. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, as a sense of hopelessness settled upon me.Time stretched on, the minutes bleeding into hours, and I found myself sinking deeper into despair. My min

As I cradled little Harry in my arms, gently swaying back and forth, I could feel his soft, delicate breath against my skin. His tiny frame quivered with each sob, and my heart ached in response. My sweet Harry, the beautiful miracle that had emerged from the darkness of my past, was my reason to keep going, to find strength in the face of adversity.It felt like just yesterday when I managed to escape from the clutches of the man who had held me captive. The physical scars were slowly fading, but the emotional wounds ran deep, festering like an open wound. With determination coursing through my veins, I fled to a small, secluded village, hoping to find solace and a chance at a new life.It was there that fate led me to an old woman named Agnes, whose presence would forever shape the course of our lives. Wrinkles etched deeply into her face, her eyes sparkled with wisdom and compassion. From the moment she laid eyes on Harry and me, it was as if she had been waitin