Todos os capítulos de Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Emmett’s POV Kali flinched. A tiny movement. It was barely noticeable. But in the suffocating silence of the room, it felt loud enough to shake the walls. My eyes locked onto her instantly. And for one dangerous second, something dark stirred inside me. Did she flinch out of guilt? Or... Dogo snarled low in my head. 'Leave my mate alone.' I almost rolled my eyes at him. Kali’s breathing quickened under my stare. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her dress as though she was physically trying to hold herself together. Lilith slowly turned toward her too. “Kali,” she said carefully. “Do you know something about this?” Kali immediately shook her head, too quickly. “N-no. I didn't do anything." Kora made a weak sound from the bed, drawing attention back to herself again. "So it's supposed to be a coincidence that you were in the forest the same time that my energy was drained?" Tears welled up in Kora's eyes. "I always knew you were jealous of me, b

Kali’s POV Hot. That was the first thing I felt The burning heat wrapped around me so violently it felt like I had been thrown into the center of a furnace. My skin prickled as sweat coated my body instantly. I tossed restlessly beneath the covers, breathing harder with every passing second. But something felt wrong. This wasn’t my bed. The surface beneath me felt uneven and rough against my back. Twigs snapped softly beneath my movement. Dry leaves scratched against my skin. My heart stuttered. No. Slowly, I opened my eyes. Fire. Towering flames surrounded me again. Orange and gold twisted violently toward the night sky, roaring loud enough to shake the forest around me. Heat crashed into my body in suffocating waves. I was back there. Back in the forest. But how? Panic slammed into my chest instantly. My breathing turned sharp and ragged as I scrambled backward across the ground, my hands digging desperately into dirt and dead leaves. The flames moved wildly around

Kali’s POV“Again?” Celine shrieked.I nodded quickly and continued pacing across her living room.Back and forth.The familiar scent of cinnamon and dried flowers filling her small house usually calmed me. Today it did absolutely nothing.My nerves still felt like they were on fire.Literally.“What am I going to do?” I whispered, dragging both hands through my hair.Celine groaned softly and rubbed the bridge of her nose.“First of all,” she said, “you need to stop pacing because you’re making me nervous.”I froze mid-step.“Sit down, Kali.”I stopped pacing.But I didn’t sit.Because sitting felt impossible right now.My entire body still buzzed with unease ever since I woke up to burnt sheets and scorch marks on my bed.From fire I somehow created in my sleep.I wrapped my arms tightly around myself.“No one can find out you caused the fire,” Celine continued seriously. “It’s actually good Kora took the blame.”I blinked at her.Celine rolled her eyes dramatically. “That foolish w

Zara's POV The little brass bell above the door rang sharply as I pushed my way inside. Immediately, I regretted it. The antique shop smelled like dust. Not normal dust either. Ancient dust. The kind that felt old enough to have witnessed several wars and somehow survived them all. There was another smell underneath it too. Something strange. Like dried herbs. Old paper. And maybe something dead. I wrinkled my nose. The shop itself was dimly lit by several flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Their weak yellow light barely reached the far corners of the room where endless shelves disappeared into shadow. Books. Jars. Strange statues. Animal skulls. A stuffed raven with one glass eye. A cracked mirror. The place looked less like a shop and more like a nightmare someone decided to organize alphabetically. I almost turned around. Then I remembered the ring of fire. Remembered Kali. And stayed. A movement near the counter caught my attention. An old man emerged

Kali's POV I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in the large bed, the silk sheets tangling around my legs like they wanted to trap me. Ever since Emmett had told me we would be going to the cabin this weekend, my mind had been spinning. I needed to find a way to tell Celine that our plan was ruined, but every possible conversation felt impossible. How do you explain something like this? The full moon was shining so brightly through the window that it made my anxiety worse, turning the room into a glowing silver cage. I finally sat up, heart pounding, and pulled the curtains shut. Throat dry, I reached for the jug beside my bed only to find it empty. Sighing, I grabbed it and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, my thin nightgown whispering against my thighs. The house was silent—until it wasn’t. Faint banging sounds echoed from the east wing. That was Emmett’s bedroom. No one ever went there at night. Everyone knew that.I should have turned back. Instead, something pulled me forwa