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145: Kali's gotta go
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Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 150: Don't leave me
Zara's POV I twisted and turned in bed, sheets tangling around my legs like they were trying to trap me. Sleep wouldn’t come. How could it? Kora was the silver wolf. The flame sapphire had proven it, glowing like a damn star in her hands. And Maduro had just… handed her over to Emmett. No fight. No demands. He had traded his own daughter like she was a bargaining chip. But he was still insisting on taking Kali back.It made no sense.Kali had been nothing to him, just a maid. A wolfless nobody scrubbing floors at Redpeak. So why was he so desperate to get her? What was she worth to him?And if she wasn’t the silver wolf, then what was she? Because she definitely had something. I remembered the dark blood incident too clearly, the way it had soaked the bandage and she had tried to. I had kept my mouth shut about it. But now, I was beginning to regret it. If I had told Lilith right then, maybe she would have figured out exactly what Kali was. Or maybe she would have killed her on the
Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 149: Am I interrupting something?
Kali's POV I stared up at him, naked and trembling, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps across my skin. My nightgown lay discarded at my feet, a puddle of white cotton that felt like the last barrier I'd shed. Desperation clawed at me—raw, all-consuming. If this was what it took to stay, to avoid the hell of Redpeak and Kora's cruel games, then I'd give it. Anything.Emmett's eyes darkened as they landed on my chest, then trailed lower, slow and deliberate. The hazel in them turned stormy, pupils blowing wide. His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping there, and for a heartbeat, he just stood frozen at the foot of the bed."What are you doing?" His voice was rough, like gravel under boots, deeper than before, edged with something I couldn't name."Anything you want," I whispered, voice breaking. "Just... don't send me back. Please."He took a step closer. Then another. The air between us thickened, charged like the moments before a storm. I could smell him, pine and earth and that
Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 148: Anything you need
Kali's POV I sat curled on the bed in my room, knees tucked tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like a shield. The blanket was soft under me, but it didn’t help the cold knot twisting in my stomach. What was my life going to be now? The question echoed in my head, over and over, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake from.Running away didn’t seem like an option anymore. I’d tried that once—slipped out under cover of night, heart pounding, thinking the neutral territories would hide me. But Maduro’s trackers had found me before dawn, dragged me back kicking and screaming. No. Running would just make it worse. They’d chain me next time, or worse.Kora was back. And Emmett had let her stay. Because she was the silver wolf—the one from the prophecies, the one with power that could shift packs and fates. The flame sapphire had glowed for her, bright as a full moon. Not for me. Where did that leave me? A stray. A nobody. Wolfless and worthless in their eyes.If Emmett mated her—if
Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 147: Brainstorm
Zara's POV “You have to talk to Isaac,” Suzie said, flipping the sign on the bakery door to “Closed.” The last of the evening light filtered through the glass, casting long shadows across the flour-dusted counters. I leaned against the display case, arms crossed, staring at the floor. “I don’t know.” Suzie turned, keys jingling in her hand. “Then let it go.” “I can’t do that either.” She sighed, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “Look, Zara. Either you confront the situation like a mature woman, talk to Isaac, ask him straight up what Ben meant, or you forget about it and move on. Maybe Ben’s just trying to spook you out of mating with Isaac. I don't think anyone in that family is pleased about your engagement to Isaac." I nodded slowly. She had a point. “You’re right.” Suzie grinned, smug as ever. “I always am.” We stepped out into the cooling evening air, the streetlights flickering on as we walked toward the parking lot behind the shop. The city hummed around us—distan
Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 146: Tradition
Zara's POV My face twisted before I could stop it. The dress hanging in front of me looked like it had been dug out of a moth eaten hope chest and left to yellow in the sun for decades. Off white, more cream gone gray, high neck, long sleeves, layers of lace that probably itched just looking at them. It screamed “archaic” in the worst possible way. Isaac stood beside me beaming like he had just handed me a diamond instead of funeral lace. Rosa, matched his smile, though hers had sharper edges. “My mother-in-law wore this to her mating ceremony,” Rosa said, her voice dripping with reverence she clearly didn’t feel toward me. “She handed it to me, and I wore it to mine. I may not approve of you, Zara, but tradition is tradition. Since Isaac insists you will be his mate, I’m giving it to you. To wear.” I opened my mouth to tell her exactly where she could shove her tradition and her moth eaten heirloom, but Isaac’s eyes were on me, bright, hopeful, almost pleading. The protest lodge
Enslaved to the Mad Alpha 145: Kali's gotta go
Kora's PoV The sapphire flared to life in my hands, a sudden burst of silver-white that flooded the room like moonlight breaking through storm clouds. For one frozen heartbeat, panic clawed up my throat. I had been so sure that I was the silver wolf but what if I had misheard? What if the words my father had spoken behind closed doors had been twisted by distance or wishful thinking?Then the glow steadied, bright and pure, and relief crashed over me so hard my knees almost buckled. I smiled. Wide and triumphant smile. The fear fizzling away.I had overheard my dad and my mother speaking late one night, when the rest of the house had been asleep. Maduro's voice had been low and gravelly as he said, “...She is the silver wolf, but the shadow wolf… the shadow wolf is a bulldozer.”It had stung that my father didn't think I was as important as the shadow wolf.I had stood there in the dark hallway my nails digging into my palms, and told myself it didn’t matter. Silver was still sp
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