บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

It was late, and the training warehouse was finally empty. The sounds of grunts, fists meeting punching bags, and the heavy clinks of weights had faded, leaving only the low hum of the lights overhead. I stood by the edge of the ring, wiping sweat from my forehead, waiting for Dominic to start the final session of the night. He kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were alone, his eyes darting to the shadows now and then, ever vigilant. He was always careful, always discreet. "Ready?" Dominic asked, stepping into the ring and flashing a teasing grin. His tone was light, but there was a hint of intensity in his gaze that kept me on edge."More than ready," I replied, trying to sound confident. It had taken weeks of constant persuasion and bribes to get him to agree to train me. Now that I was here, I had no intention of letting his smug attitude distract me. He circled me slowly, his eyes appraising my stance, and I shifted, trying to steady myself. I’d been training with hi

Dominic and I trudged back toward the pack house, the weight of the encounter in the woods hanging heavily between us. The dull ache in my arm from the werecat's claws was a constant reminder of my recklessness. Dominic hadn't said much since we left the forest, his jaw tight and his steps brisk, as if the mere act of walking might cool his frustration. The pack house came into view, its looming structure a symbol of safety and authority. Relief washed over me, though it was short-lived when I spotted Alpha Harold standing at the entrance, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes locked on us. Dominic muttered under his breath, “Here we go.” Alpha Harold’s presence was intimidating, as always. His tall frame exuded dominance, and the weight of his glare was enough to make anyone second-guess their choices. He stepped forward as we approached, his expression stormy. “Elise,” he began, his voice cold and clipped. “With Dominic again, I see. Why am I not surprised?” Dominic opened

CHAPTER 35The next morning, the sunlight streamed into my room, illuminating the neatly arranged vials of the healing potion I had worked on late into the night. The green liquid gleamed in the morning light, a small victory in the face of Leonor’s taunts. I ran my fingers over the cool glass of one vial, silently resolving to take it to Harold as proof of my dedication. My stomach twisted at the thought of facing him. Though he had allowed my explanation, his warning still hung heavily in the air. If he suspected I had lied, there would be consequences. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. Was it Harold? Or worse—Leonor? “Come in,” I called, trying to sound composed. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was Dominic. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable, carrying a basket filled with fresh herbs. “I thought you might need these,” he said, setting the basket on the table. “Thank you,” I replied, a mix of relief and gratitude i

CHAPTER 37“Everything is just so beautiful around here, Dominic. I am truly impressed.” I couldn’t help myself from not reacting. The whole place felt enchanting and so serene that I could really want to stay here for a little while longer.The glow of lanterns against the darkening sky added a surreal quality to the evening. My body felt lighter, as if the weight of the day had been lifted, leaving behind a strange calm. Dominic, with his smug yet comforting presence, was the reason.As we returned to the dinner setup, Dominic paused, letting out a soft chuckle.“You know,” he said, pulling out my chair, “you don’t look as annoyed with me as usual. Are you going soft, Luna?”I scoffed, but a faint blush crept up my cheeks. “Hardly. I’m just… tired of arguing all the time.”“Progress,” he teased, sitting across from me.The quiet between us settled once more, this time filled with the gentle hum of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. I found myself glancing at Dominic, his rela

I stayed in the room for what felt like hours, my eyes darting between the woman’s serene face and the shadows that crept along the walls. Questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and relentless. Who was she running from? What danger did she bring with her?A faint stirring broke my thoughts. The woman shifted under the blankets, her face contorting briefly as if caught in a nightmare. Then, with a sudden gasp, her eyes fluttered open.I leaned forward, startled by the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, locked onto mine.“You’re safe,” I said gently, trying to ease her obvious fear. “You’re in the pack house. No one can harm you here.”Her breathing remained uneven, her hands gripping the blanket tightly. She scanned the room, her gaze darting to the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.“They’ll find me,” she said hoarsely, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand.”“Who will find you?” I asked, keeping my voice calm despite the u