All Chapters of Bitten, Branded And Bare: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lisa's povI sat stiffly in the car, my hands folded neatly in my lap, the hem of my dress still stained with dried blood. The silence between me and the Beta sitting at the far end of the car was thick, but I dared not break it. The movement of the tires over gravel and the faint hum of the engine were the only sounds keeping my thoughts from unraveling.My eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and I leaned my head softly against the window. Every bump in the road reminded me of the bruises still fresh under my skin, but I didn’t flinch. I had learned not to. Showing pain only made people push harder.We finally came to a slow stop.The door opened, and cool air swept in. I blinked against the fading light of dusk, squinting up at the estate before me.It was nothing like Alpha Baron’s packhouse.This one stood tall and silent, its architecture clean and commanding without being boastful. There were no guards yelling, no sneers directed my way. Just quiet. Peace

Ash's pov I was wiping the last streak of sweat off my face when Enzo’s eyes flicked toward us with that familiar glint. Calculating. Focused. Like he’d been sparring not just for exercise, but for evaluation.We weren’t just brothers—we were his core. His pack. His army.“Alright,” he said, tossing the towel onto the bench with a finality that silenced all banter. “That’s enough for tonight.”Kale groaned and flopped dramatically onto the nearest mat. “Thank the moon goddess. I was about to start seeing stars.”Atlas kicked him lightly in the side. “You always see stars when you lose.”“I didn’t lose,” Kale grunted, flipping him off.Enzo ignored the exchange, walking past both of them and toward the racks where his jacket was hung. He slid it on smoothly and turned to face us, his expression calm but with that steel edge buried beneath.“You three,” he said, voice quiet but carrying weight, “shower, dress, and meet me in the war room.”Atlas ra

Lisa's pov The gown on the bed didn’t look like it was meant for someone like me. Soft silk, Emerald green. Laced sleeves and tiny diamonds at the collar. I stared at it for a long time. Was it a mistake? Was I meant to wear it? Was someone playing a cruel trick again? Calla stood near the door with a tiny smile. “It’s yours,” she said. “The Alpha sent it.” I blinked. Alpha? As in Alpha Enzo? Before I could question her further, she turned and walked away—like that answered everything. I ran my fingers over the fabric once again. It felt too clean. Too elegant. Too not me. But I put it on anyway. I slipped into the dress slowly, scared I’d ruin it before even getting to where I was supposed to be. I barely recognized the girl in the mirror. No, not a girl—an omega who looked like she belonged to someone. Hair b

Enzo's POVThe day had barely begun, yet the tension already hung thick in the air. I was in my study, buried in half-signed documents and surveillance reports when a knock came at the door. Three soft taps. Polite. Timid. Not one of the guards, not Kael, not Ash. Definitely not Atlas."Come in," I said without looking up.The door creaked open slowly.I raised my gaze — and there she was. Lisa. The omega.She stepped in cautiously, shoulders hunched, eyes scanning the room like a mouse caught in the wrong den. Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeves. There was a faint bruise near her temple, less angry than before. The rest of her looked... mildly put together, considering the sorry state she'd been in days ago.I leaned back in my chair."Did I send for you?" I asked.She flinched slightly at the edge in my voice but shook her head."No, Alpha," she replie

Lisa's pov I sat on the edge of the bed, knees tucked under my chin, staring out the window like it held the secrets to a life I used to know. The sun was out, birds chirping, and somewhere in the distance, I heard the faint clash of weapons—training, maybe. For a pack so clean and polished, they didn’t slack on discipline. Not like back at the old pack, where the only time Omegas heard weapons was when they were being used on us.I sighed and rubbed my arms lightly. The bandages had been changed, the pain was dull now, like the last echo of a scream.Just as I leaned back on the pillows, there was a knock.Soft. Familiar.I straightened, brushing down my gown.“Come in,” I said quickly, praying it wasn’t someone coming to say I’d broken a rule I didn’t know about.The door opened and Calla stepped in, balancing a tray with one hand and a small smile on her face.“Good morning,” she said cheerfully, walking in like we’d been friends forever. “I broug