Alle Kapitel von Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Kali’s POVI know by now Emmett already knows I'm not Kora.But what I am confused about is why he hasn't called me for questioning.Emmett isn't the type to let things go so easily and being deceived was just crossing the line.But he had missed in the hospital. That has to mean something, right? Right?Who am I kidding, Emmett still hates me.He always has and he always will. I know it. Love and affection was not in the books for someone like me.I just have to brace myself for his anger.Everyone does it, why wouldn't he?A defeated sigh escaped my lips.The sun had set, and I walked through the training ground.If Emmett wouldn't be around to train me, I might as well do so myself.The ground was eerily quiet. All the warriors had returned to their position.This was the perfect time for my training.I rolled my shoulders. I faced the training dummy glaring at me mockingly.I picked up a wooden stick, struck once.That wasn't so bad.I struck again, with more effort.The s

Kali's POV. I sat quietly at Emmett’s home office. The white walls mocking me while the air conditioner prickled my skin. Shivering from the cold, and was tempted to turn it off. But I didn't want to make him more angry than he already is. Emmett had seen the awkward position. He has clearly warned me to stay feet apart from Aiden. My heart slammed loudly in its ribcage, I fear it may leap out anytime. I clutched my chest, shut my eyes and breathing slowly. A trick I had learn from Aiden whenever I fett so anxious “I told you to stay away from Aiden?” His tone was calm, which was a bit surprising. “Didn't I?” He sat behind his mahogany desk, his head still bandaged. He looked to have lost a few pounds, but he looked better than before, when his face was pale. “I happened to bump into him while I was at the training house.” I said in a breath. It wasn't all a lie. His eyes darkened, the calm in tone slipping off. “You bumped into him?” he emphasized, sha

Kali's POV It has been two days since Emmett scolded me. Two days since he had last spoken to me. Not even a glance And honestly, I hated it. Silence was worse, than shouting, than anything. All my life I've been used to scolding me for something I did wrong, at least then, I knew something I did wrong Now, I'm completely left in oblivion. I didn't even know what to do to deserve this treatment. Ike has also recovered, and he too was keeping quiet. I felt guilt, I didn't know why. It ate me alive. Ura kept rummaging my closet in search for the perfect clothes. Orders from Emmett. I asked her servally where he was taking me to buy she doesn't say. “Do you think it's what I said?” I asked abruptly, standing with only a bra and shorts. Ura turned to me, confused “ I don't understand.” “The Alpha has been avoiding me for two days. I was wondering why” I said, hugging myself. Ura sighed holding a black dress, “if the alpha is avoiding you, doesn't it mea

Zara's POV Suzie killed the engine in front of Emmett’s house, and the sudden silence felt louder than the drive over. The mansion loomed ahead of us. Even at night it didn’t look like it slept. Lights glowed in a few upper windows, and the iron gates behind us groaned shut with a finality that made my stomach tighten. Suzie glanced at me, her fingers still resting on the steering wheel. “Is this really what you want to do?” I kept my eyes on the house. On the path leading to the front door. “I need to talk to him,” I said. “You can move in without talking to Ike,” she pointed out gently. “You don’t owe him a final speech. You don’t even owe him anything.” “I am not doing this for him. I am doing this for me. I need closure.” Suzie snorted softly. “Closure is overhyped. Most of the time it’s just reopening something that was already scabbed over.” I chuckled despite the nerves clawing at my insides. “That’s… oddly poetic.” “I bake for a living. I think about layers,” she r

Zara's POV I padded barefoot to the kitchen cabinet, the tiles cold beneath my feet, the silence in my house suddenly feeling too loud. My chest felt tight. Heavy. Like something had wedged itself between my ribs and refused to move.I pulled out a bottle of wine and grabbed a glass. I needed something to numb the ache in my chest.And alcohol was my best bet.Ike hadn’t fought for me.Not even a little.No anger. No jealousy. No protest. Just that stupid, infuriatingly calm “okay.”Okay.The word echoed in my head again and again until it started to feel like rejection all over again.I poured a glass with shaky hands and downed it in one swallow. It warmed my throat as it slid down. I poured another before I could second guess myself and drank that too. My eyes stung, but I blinked the tears back stubbornly.I should be happy.This was what I wanted. A clean break. A fresh start with Isaac. I don't want to be with Ike. I already made that decision, long before I got back together