All Chapters of Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

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

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