บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The packhouse was buzzing with activity the next morning, the usual routines upended by a sudden, unexpected message. I was in the middle of helping organize a patrol rotation when I noticed the change in the atmosphere. Whispers and wary glances passed between pack members, and soon Jason rushed up to me, out of breath and clearly shaken.“Elisse!” he gasped, holding a white envelope in his hand. “A letter… it just arrived by courier.”The weight in his tone told me this was no ordinary letter. Taking it from him, I carefully broke the seal, revealing the rich script inside. My heart skipped as I read the words, and I felt a chill run down my spine.The letter was a formal declaration from none other than the Alpha King himself, Harold’s father. He was coming for a “courtesy call,” and he expected both Harold and me to be present for his arrival.A sense of unease settled over me. The Alpha King was notorious for his rigid expectations and strict loyalty to tradition. His sudden desi

That evening, as the entire pack house gathered in the main hall for the event Victor had called. Candles burned in sconces along the walls, their flickering light casting a warm glow that contrasted with the frigid atmosphere.I stood beside Harold, maintaining the carefully rehearsed unity we’d managed to project for Victor throughout the day. The Alpha King sat at the head of the grand dining table, his presence unmistakable as he looked around the room with a satisfaction that bordered on arrogance.Once the last of the pack members settled in their places, Victor raised his glass and gestured for silence. His sharp gaze fell on Harold and me as he began to speak.“It is a rare honor for me to visit my son’s pack, but I do so today with both pride and purpose,” Victor began, his deep voice carrying through the room. “Harold has shown strength and loyalty beyond measure, and I expect no less from his Luna.”I felt the weight of his words settle over me like a shroud. A respectful

The low flames of Harold’s study cast flickering shadows across the room as I entered, drawn to the grim silence hanging in the air. Harold was at his desk, fingers pressing into his temples, a brooding figure with barely contained rage simmering beneath his composed exterior. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up, his gaze cold, cutting. “So,” he began, his voice a steely whisper, “the Alpha King wants an heir. Our heir.”I took a steadying breath, keeping my face neutral. “Yes. He was quite clear about it. He sees it as a way to solidify his power.”Harold scoffed, rising from his chair to pace the room. “And you really think he’ll be content with a few excuses? He’s already been watching us like a hawk, Elise. He’ll expect results. And soon.”I felt the tension gather in my shoulders, my own frustration threatening to rise. “I know that, Harold. But what would you have me do? We agreed this was a arranged marriage.”“But I never agreed to… this,” he spat out, his voice laced wi

ELISE’S POVThe grand dining hall of the estate was dimly lit, flickering with the soft glow of candlelight that danced along the polished silverware. The Alpha King sat at the head of the table, his imposing presence filling the room. Beside him was Harold, his son—and my husband. The tension between Harold and me felt thicker than the cold stone walls surrounding us, but we each played our parts, exchanging forced pleasantries over the evening meal.I picked at my food, my appetite diminished by the heavy air. The Alpha King’s piercing gaze made it nearly impossible to relax, though I did my best to keep my composure.“So, Harold,” the Alpha King began, turning his attention to his son. “How has the training been progressing? Your men are as disciplined as ever, I hope.”“More than ever, Father,” Harold replied smoothly. “They’re a powerful force. It would take more than a revolt to threaten us now.” He cast a glance my way, though his expression remained carefully neutral. It was t

After the match with Leonor, I could still feel every bruise throbbing beneath my skin. My muscles ached, and my pride was wounded, yet I’d managed to survive. But it was only a survival, not a victory, not the kind of powerful display that the Alpha King might be hoping for from me—the Luna of Clawstone Pack. The Alpha King had stopped the fight just as Leonor had been ready to strike a final blow. It felt strange—he had ended it before I could truly stand or fall on my own merit. And while a part of me was relieved that I hadn't been dealt the ultimate humiliation, another part felt a piercing doubt, one that gnawed at my chest and clouded my mind. What had he seen in me, or not seen, that made him decide to stop the fight?That question weighed on me more heavily than anything else, and by the evening, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed answers. I gathered myself, taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, and made my way to the Alpha King’s private study.As I approached the