บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The first rays of dawn were creeping over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Despite the tranquil view, tension hung thick in the air as the pack prepared to embark on the mission to locate the hidden stronghold. The map Seraphina had provided was now our guide, but the uncertainty of its accuracy weighed heavily on everyone.Dominic stood at the head of the gathered wolves, his voice steady as he addressed us.“This isn’t just about protecting our pack,” he began, his piercing gaze meeting each pair of eyes. “It’s about ensuring the safety of everyone under our watch. The rebels thrive on fear and chaos, but we will show them that we are neither afraid nor unprepared.”His words stirred a collective growl of agreement, though the tension was palpable.“Split into two groups,” he instructed. “Group One will sweep the forest and secure the perimeter. Group Two will accompany me into the mountains. Elise…”I straightened as he turned his focus to me.“You’ll stay

The days after Seraphina’s rescue blurred into an uneasy rhythm. The pack worked tirelessly to recover from the chaos Harold had sown. Yet, the tension lingered like a storm cloud refusing to dissipate.For me, sleep came in restless fits, plagued by dreams of Harold's smirk and the echo of Dominic’s words: “I always trusted you, Elise.”But trust was fragile, and shadows loomed over the pack. It wasn’t just Harold who posed a threat—his betrayal hinted at deeper cracks in our foundation.Morning light filtered through the trees, dappled and soft, as I stood in the training yard sparring with Maya. She was relentless as always, her sharp movements pushing me to my limit.“You’re getting better,” she said between strikes.“Or you’re going easy on me,” I countered, dodging her blade and landing a weak blow to her side.Maya laughed, shaking her head. “Not a chance.”The moment of levity shattered when Dominic’s beta, Aaron, approached, his face grim.“Elise, Dominic wants to see you,” A

The moon hung high above the forest, casting long shadows across the trees. The air was thick with tension as Dominic and I, along with a few trusted members of the pack, raced toward the White Witch’s sanctuary. We’d received word that Kieran had managed to successfully acquire the LifeOrb and, by now, he was likely at the final stages of performing the ritual to bring Harold back.I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Harold’s death had been a blow to the pack. He had been the leader of a faction that had threatened our peace, but his resurrection—if it succeeded—would bring even greater chaos. A leader with the power of the LifeOrb at his disposal could make Harold a weapon of unimaginable strength. If Kieran was successful in bringing Harold back, I feared it might be too late to stop him.The forest seemed to grow quieter with each step, as if even nature itself was holding its breath."Elise," Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to face him, his gaze steady a

The days that followed were marked by a strange sense of normalcy, even as an underlying unease lingered. Harold’s integration into the pack seemed to be progressing smoothly on the surface. Still, there was no ignoring the whispers, the sidelong glances from the others, and the constant weight of uncertainty about his past.I found Harold tending to the greenhouse one morning, his hands gently brushing the leaves of the plants he was watering. The sunlight streaming through the glass panes made him look peaceful, almost like he belonged there. It was such a stark contrast to the man I once feared.“You’ve taken to this well,” I said, stepping inside. The scent of herbs and soil wrapped around me, calming my nerves.Harold looked up and smiled faintly. “It’s... calming. Feels like something I might have done before.”I tilted my head, studying him. “Do you think it’s a memory?”He paused, his expression distant. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”I walked over to stand besi

Life in the pack settled into an uneasy rhythm, but as always, peace was fragile. Harold continued to struggle with his fractured memory, and though his presence was no longer met with outright hostility, an undercurrent of mistrust lingered. Dominic remained wary, his every move calculated to protect the pack and me. I understood his position, but the burden of it wore heavily on us both.What none of us realized was that the past wasn’t as buried as we thought. The arrival of a stranger would change everything.It was late afternoon when the scout wolves brought her in. She was slight and cloaked in a hooded cape, her steps deliberate despite her apparent exhaustion. Her scent was unfamiliar—a mixture of pine and something sharp, almost metallic. The wolves flanked her like guards, but she didn’t seem intimidated.Dominic and I stood on the steps of the meeting hall as she approached. Harold, who had been helping repair a nearby structure, paused mid-hammer, his gaze narrowing as he