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28. How Could You?
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Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 30. Don't Fight It
Liam’s POVI lost all semblance of control. The floodgates burst open, irreparably so, because of her. She, who wrenched open a chasm within me that could never again be sealed. From the moment she re-entered my life, the cracks began to spread—each pained glance, each subdued whimper, each involuntary flinch, each shadow of fear she cast, gnawed at the edges of my composure. I fought desperately to shore up the breaches, erecting frail pillars of resolve to stave off the inevitable collapse. Yet, all my efforts crumbled to dust the moment I witnessed her lips press against my brother’s in a kiss laden with the unmistakable sweetness of falling in love.In that instant, I plunged into the depths of my own despair, a torrential downpour flooding my senses, submerging me. I thrashed wildly, struggling to breathe, to surface, but the water was unyielding. Suffocating. And she—she seemed to bask in my torment, flaunting her newfound affection not on
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 29. I Hate You
Avery’s POVWhen I remained frozen, rooted to the spot by a mix of fear and defiance, his grip on my collar tightened abruptly. The sudden pressure stole the breath from my lungs, forcing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into me as he leaned in closer, his voice a venomous whisper that left no room for disobedience. “You better not make me repeat my orders everytime, Slave. Strip. All your clothes off. Now.”His words hung heavy in the air, an ultimatum that echoed ominously in the small, stark room, reinforcing the gravity of my situation. His demeanor was unrelenting, his authority absolute, and in that moment, the reality of my powerlessness crystallized painfully within me.What was he planning next? The question gnawed at me, but I knew better than to voice it; his answers were never straightforward.He released his grip abruptly and stepped back, his eyes alight with a fiery menace that promised p
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 28. How Could You?
Avery’s POVI moved with cautious steps, acutely aware of the tension thickening the air between us. Uncertainty clouded my thoughts—I wasn't sure what churned in his mind, or how deep his anger might run after discovering me in a stolen kiss with his brother. My choice had been my own, free and deliberate, but now, as we stood locked away in his bedroom, silence was my only refuge. He paced the room, a relentless predator in his own domain, casting not even a fleeting glance my way. One hundred and sixty seconds felt like an eternity in that charged stillness.A knot of fear tightened in my chest, fear of what he might do next, what harsh words might fall from his lips. The possibility of being wounded again, either by his actions or his words, loomed over me. Yet, beneath that fear, a stubborn determination took root. I needed to understand his true feelings, to see the heart of the man I once knew.Was I truly nothing more to him than a despised slave, a breaker of his heart, a
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 27. Don't Beg
Avery’s POVI hadn't known what to expect from this impulsive leap, but the last thing I imagined was enjoying our kiss so much, or getting utterly lost in the sudden, intense surge of emotions it sparked within me.I melted into him, my body quivering slightly with pleasure from the delicious sensation of his lips pressed against mine. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, he deepened the kiss with a bold stroke of his tongue, and from that moment, I was utterly and irrevocably lost in him.Unexpected, too, was how much he seemed to enjoy the kiss. His hands were gentle yet deliberate as they cradled my face, tilting my head to better explore the depths of our kiss.We only broke apart when the need for air overcame us, but even then, he kept his forehead pressed against mine. We stared into each other's eyes, silent and wide-eyed, our mutual surprise at this unforeseen intimacy hanging palpably between us.Want to know what else I wasn’t expecting?A very not expecte
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 26. Can I Touch You?
Avery’s POV"Are you trying to get me into trouble?" I asked, my gaze sharpening into a narrow slit, suspicion threading through my voice. It seemed implausible, his sudden generosity, as if the darkness in his heart had suddenly turned altruistic."Letting me shift and run around only to snatch me back, claiming I was trying to escape the pack?" I threw the words at him like accusations, waiting to see how he'd maneuver around them.His response was a grin that unfurled slowly across his face, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “That’s an overactive imagination you’ve got. Ever think about writing thriller novels?” he teased, his tone light but not diminishing the seriousness of my concern."I do not trust you, Andrew," I declared, the formality of titles slipping away unnoticed—or perhaps inconsequentially—as he let the conversation flow. "Call me paranoid all you want, but I've learned the hard way. Anyone can betray you, no matter how close they seem or how trustworthy they may appe
Enslaved to The Alpha: Torn Between Love and Hate 25. My Misery Entertains You?
Avery’s POV"So let's say, just for argument's sake, that I believe you. What exactly were you rescuing me from?" I asked, my voice low and steady, attempting to mask the uncertainty that fluttered like a caged bird within my chest."If I told you... I'd have to kill you," he replied, the sarcasm in his voice thick enough to cut through the chilled air between us."Touché," I retorted sharply. "And what's stopping me from mindlinking your brother?" My challenge hung heavy, a tangible force in the growing tension.His expression shifted, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us with a single, deliberate movement. I fought every instinct telling me to retreat, to maintain distance, as he leaned in, his breath faintly sweet with the scent of vanilla, whispering intensely, "Am I hurting you, Avery?"His proximity was overwhelming, his scent enveloping me, so fierce it invaded all my senses. For a moment, I was rendered speechless, m
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