All Chapters of Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zara's POV "I am not leaving!" Ike glanced up at me, a deadpanned look on his face. "We have to leave. For now." "I am not running away and leaving Ko... Kali here with these snakes! Who knows what they would do to here!" "We are not running away. We will definitely come back for her, but right now, I need to make sure you return to Shadow clan in one piece. If I start anything here, you could get hurt. And I am only one man. I need our army, I need Aiden. And most importantly, we need a plan." He sighed, then placed both hands on my shoulder. "I know you want to save her, but it would be foolish of us to do anything that might get you hurt or even Kora. Besides, Maduro has the most of the other clans behind him. We need to think our next plan throughout." But I could not be convinced. Not with the guilt gnawing at me. It was my fault Kali came here. If I hadn't insisted.... I shrugged his hands off. "Then you go. Come up with whatever ever plan you want, then come back

Kali’s POV I stood by the window of my house, watching Ike drive away. I could not bring myself to feel bad, or I might feel shitty for the rest of my life. That phase of my life was over, I always knew it would be over. Now I was back to my hell, and I would deal with it like I always had, with I opened the wardrobe slowly, like it might bite me. Everything was still there. My old clothes hung limply from the wooden rail, faded and worn, the fabric thin from years of use. Dresses with frayed hems. Shirts that had lost their shape. Skirts patched at the seams. Nothing like the soft fabrics and beautiful clothes I had worn at Emmett’s place. My chest tightened. I reached for a dress I recognized immediately. It was a plain brown dress, with a pink patch at the hem. I stepped into it anyway. The fabric clung to me, tight around my shoulders and hips, uncomfortable in a way that made my skin itch. I tugged it down. Like I was trying to squeeze myself back into a life I

Ike's POV I trudged through the hall, struggling to keep myself from giving in to the pain.Each step sent a sharp protest up my leg, through my ribs, and straight into my skull. Blood soaked my shirt, warm and slick, clinging to my skin. The world narrowed to the sound of my own breathing, which was ragged and uneven, and the distant echo of my boots against the marble floor. I focused on that sound because if I focused on anything else, I would fall.The stairs rose in front of me. I took a deep breath before I gripped the railing and hauled myself upward, one step at a time, my vision swimming. By the time I reached the landing, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep my balance. I leaned against the wall, my chest heaving, trying to will my heartbeat to slow.That was when Emmett saw me.He hurried towards me with panicked footsteps. “Ike,” he said, grabbing my arm before I could slide to the floor. “What the hell happened to you?”I tried to straighten, to look like I

Zara's POV I stormed down the corridor with my hands clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.Every step toward Maduro and Hera’s room felt justified. I was done swallowing my anger, done watching Kali flinch at raised voices and lowered gazes like she was less than a person. If Kali was not going to speak up for herself, then I was going to speak up for her. Maybe that would also give Kali a push to stand up to these people.I had rehearsed the words in my head. I would tell them exactly what I thought of their cruelty. I would tell them they didn’t own her. But I never made it past the door.I slowed when voices drifted through the thick wood, low and deliberate. Maduro’s voice carried first, smooth and confident.“We need both of them.”I stopped breathing.“But Emmett might cause a problem if we don’t give him Kora,” Hera replied.My pulse roared in my ears. They were talking about Kora and Kali.“The other three clans are on our side,” Maduro said calmly. “If Emmett tries

Kali's POV I tried to walk past him. But I barely took two steps before his hand closed around my arm. The contact sent a jolt through me. It felt nothing like the way it used to, when he would touch me and the whole world would melt away. He touched me and I wanted to scrape the skin he had touched off. “You can’t keep running away from me,” he said. I pause. Slowly, I turned my head and looked down at his hand wrapped around my wrist. His grip wasn’t crushing, but it was firm, possessive in a way that made my skin crawl. I tried to yank my arm free. “Let go of me.” He tightened his grip instead. Something twisted in my chest. “I don’t want anything to do with you,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort to steady it. “So stay away from me.” His face fell, just a little. “I’m sorry,” he said. “What else do you want me to do to prove it?” I laughed, but it came out wrong. A hollow and bitter sound. The sound scraped my throat as I lifted my eyes to his face. The moon