All Chapters of Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air was thick with anticipation as I stood at the edge of our territory, watching the pack prepare for what was to come. It felt surreal, almost like a dream, how much had changed in such a short time. A few months ago, we were scattered, broken, haunted by the ghosts of Kieran and his rebels. Now, we had rebuilt our home, and a new chapter was beginning.Dominic stood next to me, his usual calm composure giving off a sense of strength that seemed to seep into the very ground beneath us. The camp around us was bustling with energy, the pack members moving with purpose, each one determined to prove themselves in the upcoming challenge. For the first time in a long while, there was a sense of unity in the air. But I knew, deep down, this wasn’t just about unity. It was about leadership.“Are you ready for this?” Dominic asked, his voice low but steady, as if he was already expecting the tension that hung in the air.I glanced at him, my eyebrows furrowing. “You really think this is

The days leading to the trials blurred into an unrelenting tide of preparations, training, and strained moments that refused to be ignored. As the pack buzzed with anticipation, I found myself standing in the thick of it—between two men whose rivalry was as fierce as the coming trials.Dominic’s presence had always been steady, a comforting strength I could lean on when the world grew too heavy. But Harold’s sudden transformation—his confidence and resolve—left me reeling. There was no denying the fire in his eyes, a fire that seemed to burn for reasons I wasn’t ready to face.Late one evening, I stood on the ridge overlooking the training grounds, the cool wind brushing against my skin as I watched Dominic work with the challengers. His movements were a symphony of precision and power, a testament to the leader he was destined to be.“Elise.”The voice startled me. I turned to find Harold standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable in the moonlight.“Couldn’t sleep either?” I

The silence in the arena was thick, each second stretching into eternity. Harold and Dominic exchanged one last glance, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Then, as if a silent agreement had passed, the fight resumed.Dominic struck first, his movements calculated, his footwork precise. Harold, bruised and battered, was slower, his strength waning but his resolve unbroken. He blocked Dominic’s strike and countered with a feral determination, his raw energy overpowering the technical finesse that Dominic brought to the fight.The crowd erupted in shouts, gasps, and cries of encouragement. Every blow landed like a thunderclap, every dodge a near miss that left hearts pounding. It was clear Dominic had the upper hand, his strategy and experience keeping Harold on the defensive.But then, fate intervened.As Dominic lunged for what seemed to be the finishing blow, his footing faltered—a patch of loose gravel underfoot throwing him off balance. Harold seized the moment wi

The celebration seemed to blur around me, colors and sounds melding into an indistinct haze. My heart was still pounding as I found myself retreating to a quieter corner, away from the revelry, away from Harold’s piercing gaze and Dominic’s unspoken accusations. I needed space, a moment to breathe, to make sense of the emotions storming within me.How could Harold say those things after all this time? How could he look at me with such vulnerability, such determination, after years of being so cold and unreachable? The Harold I had known before would never have made such a public declaration. He would have scoffed at the very idea of it.I ran a hand through my hair, the tremor in my fingers betraying how unsteady I felt.“Elise?”The voice, soft and tentative, made me turn sharply. It was Harold. He had followed me, of course. His eyes, normally so guarded, were open, raw with emotion. It was almost too much to bear.“Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the others?” I asked, trying to k

The pain was unbearable. It tore through me like fire, radiating from my side and making every breath a struggle. I was vaguely aware of shouting, the sound distant and warped, like I was underwater. My vision blurred, the moon above me a smudged white glow against the dark canvas of the night sky.“Elise!”Harold’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. I felt strong arms lift me from the ground, the scent of him wrapping around me—a mix of earth, wood, and something uniquely Harold.I blinked up at him, my vision swimming. His face was tight with panic, his jaw clenched, and his hands trembled as they pressed against my wound to stem the bleeding.“Stay with me,” he ordered, his tone almost desperate.“Harold…” I tried to speak, but the words came out weak, barely a whisper.“Don’t,” he said sharply, his eyes meeting mine. “Save your strength. You’re going to be fine.”In the background, I could hear Dominic snarling, his voice a guttural growl as he fought off the attacke