All Chapters of Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

A day after I walked out of that house, leaving Harold and his bitch mistress in their elicit affair. The sting of Harold’s rejection still lingered within me, but the weight that had lifted from my chest was undeniable. I realized that I was finally free despite how the pain from his rejection still simmered just below the surface. And it was that kind of hurt that led me straight to my bestfriend’s place, Wella, with a bottle of vodka in my hand and I was all ready to drown my sorrows with the only person in the world who would certainly understand what I was going through.“He did fucking what?” Wella practically screeched as her eyes grew exaggeratingly wide. I could see the disbelief in her expression as I told her all about what I saw earlier. “I can’t believe that motherfucker was using you this whole time for his own gain?”I quickly nodded while I felt the burn of embarrassment crept up my cheek. "Yep, I was too naive to realize that earlier, Harold had just used me like a

The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, as I was surprised to see him already standing before me when I turned around around.“I want an answer, Elisse. You can’t leave this room without agreeing with me.” Dominic replied.I tried to back away from him but he quickly curled his arms around my waist and blocking my attempt to keep some distance between us.“Why are you doing this? Huh? Why are you hitting on me, Dominic?” I pushed him away, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “You know I’m Harold’s mate. Your alpha! What kind of loyalty is that?” I had to lie despite the fact that Harold had already rejected me.His lips twisted into a smirk, and I could see a challenge flicker in his eyes. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it? You think he deserves you?”I folded my arms, frustrated. “Harold has his flaws, but he’s still my mate.” I lied again.“Flaws? The Alpha’s a complete idiot to make you feel like you’re not wanted and compelled you to do such things,” Dominic shot back

The air between us felt thick with intensity as Dominic’s lips traced a line down my neck, igniting a rush of shivers that I couldn’t control. I wanted to protest, to push him away. Yet the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes captured mine with a fierce possession, scattered my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of his presence.His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my chin, lifting it until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were a shade darker, feral but calculating, assessing. “You put yourself in danger back there, Elisse.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Do you even realize what could have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”I fought for my voice, though I could still feel the weight of his touch, holding me captive. “I didn’t… think things would get out of hand,” I stammered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, it had started as an attempt to reclaim some sense of control, to rebel against the quiet neglect Harold left behind. But now, under Dominic’s gaze, I

The days passed, but the mark Dominic had left on my neck refused to fade. I had taken to wearing high collars and scarves, but Dominic’s mark stayed, as if unwilling to let go of its claim on me. Life with my husband, Harold had continued as well, though it had become even more strained. There was an unspoken tension between us, an almost mocking civility, as if he was daring me to say something, to admit I knew the truth of his neglect and his contempt.Then, one morning, a summons arrived. Harold wanted to see me in his study. I knew what awaited me—after everything that had happened, after years of silence and resentment, there could only be one reason he’d called me there. For the Divorce.The thought of it should have brought relief, maybe even a sense of freedom. But as I walked down the long hallway toward his study, I could feel something else stirring inside me, a nervous anticipation that I hadn’t felt in a long time.I opened the door to Harold’s study, expecting to see