บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Kali’s POV“Kali, there are two kind of people in this world,” Soraya said, running a comb through my white hair. “There are the hawks, people like Maduro and Hera. They’re the lucky ones. Blessed to inherit the earth; and there are the hens, people like me and you,” she put the last pin into my hair, before enveloping it with a black scarf, “people like you and me have nothing. We are nobodies and the world would not miss us, should we happen to disappear.”Soraya, paused, her tired blue eyes taking in the work she did on my hair. My white abomination was concealed completely inside the scarf. “We do what we have to do to survive and that means, keeping our mouths shut, our heads down and we take whatever scraps we can. Do you understand?” I nodded, staring at the wide-eyed little girl in the mirror. “Yes, mama Soraya.”^^^“Do you understand, Kora?”I nodded my head severally, my eyes never leaving Ike’s face. I would take whatever scrapes I can, as long as it increased my chance

Zara’s POVThe warm mug sat between my palms, as I paced about the kitchen floor, restlessly.I hadn’t believed it when Ike sent me a message, saying that Emmett had finally found a mate. I was so certain that it was on of his many schemes.Still, I wasn’t sure if this was one of his schemes. For Emmett’s sake, I hope it wasn’t.Kora seemed like such a nice girl, even though she was a little too quiet.The sound of approaching footsteps snapped me out of my thought.Ike strode in, his chest popping in the black singlet he had on, a small frown on his face. “Do you know how the date is going?” he asked.Like I would know.“It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since she went into the greenhouse,” I replied.“That seems long enough for a date right?”I stared at him wide eyed. “This right here, is why Euphoria left you.” I rolled my eyes.He glared at me, his grey eyes darkening, like that would scare me.“Pour yourself some coffee Ike and take a seat, this might take a while.” That is if

Emmett's POV I grunted pausing to look around the mess I created in my study.Where could the stupid journal be? It was just one small book!It should be in my study. But it wasn't, the worst part was I don't even know if I put it in the study or if I even journaled this time.That was the worst part of everything. I can't remember shit. Not what my favourite food was last month or the fact that I met my mate.Every full moon, this darned beast would take complete control of my body and every time that happens, I lose my memory. That has been the case for the past ten years and that was my fate till the day I die.sighed, running a hand over my face.The fear on Kora’s face had been so palpable I could almost taste it.She was terrified of me. Goddess knows what I could have possibly done to terrorise her so much.I always make sure to keep a journal to pen down important facts I would like to remember. And every time this darned episode happens, I would read it and remind myself o

Kali's POV I stirred, then groaned as I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my face, to block out the sunlight.I never understood the joy of sleeping in, until I got here. With no chores to slave away doing and no crazy errands to run and with other people at my beck and call, I had no need to wake up before the sun rises.I could start my day whenever I wanted.Just outside my door, the occasional shuffling of feet echoed as the helps went about their chores.Groaning again, I pushed the pillow off my face and sat up, stretching lazily as my lips split in a yawn.There were several downsides to this life, with the exception of the fact that I might get killed, the biggest downside was having no purpose.Nothing to occupy my day with.I climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom and flicked in the shower. Then slid out of my silk nightwear and took my place under the warm stream of water which cascaded down my hair and trickled down my skin.I took a long shower, soaking in the warm

Kali's POV A strong bout of cough rocked Mama Soraya’s body. I knelt beside her, holding her hand close to my chest, whispering prayers to the goddess. Every normal child would weep, when they see their mama slipping away slowly. But I could not cry, no matter how hard I tried or how badly I wanted to. All I could was stressed into her pale face and nutter prayers. Maybe that was why the goddess wasn't listening and mama Soraya kept getting worse. Maybe the goddess thought I didn't care enough to cry. But I did. I didn't want the only mama I had to die. Who would answer all my questions then? Who would keep me from making stupid decisions? Who would I call mama?“Don't worry about me child,” she said weakly, her eyelids flickering open weakly. Like her eyelids were made of rocks. “I am not worried,” I lied, tightening my grip on her hand, “I just don't want you to be alone.”She tried to smile but only ended up coughing. The sound more of breathless, than hoarse. “Good girl,” s