บททั้งหมดของ Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Kora's POVI paced the length of my room like a caged wolf, my nails bitten down to jagged stubs. The familiar sting in my fingertips did nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest. Every second that ticked by felt like a noose tightening around my neck. They can't find her body. They simply can't.Zara had to die. It was the only clean solution.That meddling red-haired bitch knew too much. She knew my secrets, Kali’s secrets. If she survived and dragged herself back here, she would run straight to Emmett and spill everything. And then my entire future would crumble.I stopped in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My face was still pale from the earlier injury, all thanks to Zara, but my eyes burned with determination. Emmett was going to be mine. I was going to stand beside him as Luna, ruling this pack with an iron fist. No one, especially not Zara or that pathetic white haired freak Kali, was going to take that away from me.I shook my head sharply, forcing my b

Kora’s POVThe sound of my name on Zara’s lips hit me like ice water down my spine.“Kora…” she muttered again, her voice hoarse and weak, barely more than a rasp. Her eyes, still glassy from near-death, slowly focused on me. There was recognition there. Confusion. And something far more dangerous — accusation.I stood frozen, the pillow now lying innocently on the floor where Ike had thrown it. My mind raced for an escape, for the perfect lie, but for the first time in a long while, words failed me. Ike’s gaze burned into the side of my face, sharp and unforgiving.“What the hell were you doing with that pillow?” Ike demanded, stepping between me and the bed like a snarling guard dog. His voice was low, lethal, even though he looked like he could collapse at any moment. “Answer me, Kora.”I forced a soft, concerned laugh, raising my hands slightly. “Ike, please. You’re overreacting. I told you — I was only trying to make her comfortable. The healer said she might have trouble breathi

Zara's POVI opened my eyes slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the guest room. My body felt like it had been pulled apart and stitched back together with rough thread — every breath ached, and my head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain. But the first thing I noticed wasn’t the discomfort. It was him.Ike was slumped in the armchair beside my bed, his upper body leaning forward so that his head rested on the edge of the mattress near my hand. His face was turned toward me, brows furrowed even in sleep, dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes. His breathing was shallow, uneven. My heart squeezed painfully inside my chest, a sharp, bittersweet ache that stole the air from my lungs.When I had been sinking beneath those dark, freezing waves last night, certain that death had finally claimed me, the only thought that had replayed in my head like a broken prayer was that I was never going to see Ike again. Not his crooked smile, not the intensity in

**Kali's POV**I woke up that morning to the gentle tweeting of birds outside my window and the soft, golden light filtering through the curtains. For a brief, peaceful moment, everything felt almost normal. I smiled to myself, stretching lazily beneath the warm blankets, my body still humming with the memories of the past few nights. Emmett hadn’t come to bed last night, something about the chaos with Zara, but every other night he had been here, he had shown me pleasures I hadn’t even known existed. I closed my eyes briefly, letting one particularly vivid memory wash over me. His hands on my skin, rough yet careful. The way his mouth had traced paths that left me trembling and gasping. The deep, commanding way he had taken control, making me feel wanted, desired, and safe all at once. My skin tingled deliciously just thinking about it, heat pooling low in my belly. I pressed my thighs together, savoring the sensation for a few more seconds before reality crept back in.I hadn’t wan

Kali's POVI woke up with a banging headache that felt like someone was hammering nails directly into my skull. The pain was so intense that a low growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to get my vision to refocus as blinding lights flooded my eyes, making everything spin in nauseating circles. My head throbbed with every heartbeat, a relentless rhythm that made it hard to think straight. Where was I? What had happened? The last thing I remembered was leaving Zara’s room, the weight of her disappointment still heavy on my chest, and then… nothing. Just darkness.Slowly, the whistling in my ears, that high pitched, disorienting ring, began to fade. Voices started filtering in, at first muffled and distorted, but gradually becoming clearer. Two voices. One was unmistakably Kora’s, sharp and venomous. The other was a man’s, deep and rough, like gravel under boots.I didn’t dare move. My body felt heavy, my limbs weak, but I for