All Chapters of Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kali's POV I sat at the kitchen island, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee that had gone stone cold sometime in the last hour. The surface was slick with condensation, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. Holding it kept my hands from shaking too obviously. Since Kora had appeared last night, smiling that razor thin smile of hers, dread had wrapped itself around my ribs like barbed wire. Every breath pulled it tighter. Kora being here was bad news for me. It meant the little peace I had here in Shadow park was gone. She was probably here to kill me off, once and for all. Maduro must have sent her to finish me off since I wouldn't stay at Redpeak. I stared into the dark liquid, watching the faint reflection of the overhead light tremble. Maybe this was it. Maybe today was the day I stopped being a pawn and started being a corpse. “There you are.” The voice sliced through the quiet like a thrown blade. I froze. Every muscle locked at once. Slowly—because moving too fast m

Emmett's POV I dragged Kora out of the study by her upper arm, fingers tight enough to bruise but not break skin. Not yet. Her heels clicked unevenly against the hardwood as she tried to keep up, but I didn’t slow down. The smug confidence she had worn seconds ago had cracked —just a hairline fracture— but I could still smell it on her. We rounded the corner into the main hall and nearly collided with Ike. He stepped back, eyes flicking from my grip on Kora to my face. “What the is going on?” “Get Kali,” I said, my voice low and clipped. “Bring her downstairs. Now.” Ike’s brows shot up. He opened his mouth probably to argue, but something in my expression must have shut him down. He gave one curt nod and turned on his heel, disappearing toward the guest wing. By the time the driver pulled the black SUV around to the front steps, Ike was back with Kali trailing a step behind him. She looked small between the two of us with her shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floor and her ar

Zara's POV My face twisted before I could stop it. The dress hanging in front of me looked like it had been dug out of a moth eaten hope chest and left to yellow in the sun for decades. Off white, more cream gone gray, high neck, long sleeves, layers of lace that probably itched just looking at them. It screamed “archaic” in the worst possible way. Isaac stood beside me beaming like he had just handed me a diamond instead of funeral lace. Rosa, matched his smile, though hers had sharper edges. “My mother-in-law wore this to her mating ceremony,” Rosa said, her voice dripping with reverence she clearly didn’t feel toward me. “She handed it to me, and I wore it to mine. I may not approve of you, Zara, but tradition is tradition. Since Isaac insists you will be his mate, I’m giving it to you. To wear.” I opened my mouth to tell her exactly where she could shove her tradition and her moth eaten heirloom, but Isaac’s eyes were on me, bright, hopeful, almost pleading. The protest lodge

Kali's POV I sat curled on the bed in my room, knees tucked tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like a shield. The blanket was soft under me, but it didn’t help the cold knot twisting in my stomach. What was my life going to be now? The question echoed in my head, over and over, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake from.Running away didn’t seem like an option anymore. I’d tried that once—slipped out under cover of night, heart pounding, thinking the neutral territories would hide me. But Maduro’s trackers had found me before dawn, dragged me back kicking and screaming. No. Running would just make it worse. They’d chain me next time, or worse.Kora was back. And Emmett had let her stay. Because she was the silver wolf—the one from the prophecies, the one with power that could shift packs and fates. The flame sapphire had glowed for her, bright as a full moon. Not for me. Where did that leave me? A stray. A nobody. Wolfless and worthless in their eyes.If Emmett mated her—if

Zara's POV I twisted and turned in bed, sheets tangling around my legs like they were trying to trap me. Sleep wouldn’t come. How could it? Kora was the silver wolf. The flame sapphire had proven it, glowing like a damn star in her hands. And Maduro had just… handed her over to Emmett. No fight. No demands. He had traded his own daughter like she was a bargaining chip. But he was still insisting on taking Kali back.It made no sense.Kali had been nothing to him, just a maid. A wolfless nobody scrubbing floors at Redpeak. So why was he so desperate to get her? What was she worth to him?And if she wasn’t the silver wolf, then what was she? Because she definitely had something. I remembered the dark blood incident too clearly, the way it had soaked the bandage and she had tried to. I had kept my mouth shut about it. But now, I was beginning to regret it. If I had told Lilith right then, maybe she would have figured out exactly what Kali was. Or maybe she would have killed her on the