All Chapters of Enslaved to the Mad Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zara's POV Several hours later and I was still shuddering from relief. If Kora had had even a single drop of magic in her ,her life would have been turned upside down in less than a second. And there would have been nothing I could do to save her. Sure, it wasn't my job to save her. But Kora was so weak and defenseless, I can't help but want to save her. Suzie would blame it on my hero complex. But I still maintain, I do not have a hero complex, I just hate to see people suffer. And if there is something I can do to save them, I would definitely do it.And if there isn't anything I can do to save them, well, I would still try to save them.It's called being a good human being.I sighed as I turned off the ignition and climbed out of my car. As I stepped into my bakery, the scent of cinnamon and sweets hit me, swirling in my head and making my lips tilt in a small smile.This right here is my happy place. Baking made the everything in the world feel alright.Sosa waved at me

Kali's POV When I opened my eyes that morning, it was to a soft golden light filtering through the sheer drapes and the faint chirping of birds outside the balcony. For the first time since I got to Emmett's house, I felt at peace and relaxed. My body felt light, almost new. I stretched my arms above my head, the sheets cool against my skin, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Refreshed. That was the word. I actually felt… refreshed. And it definitely had everything to do with the fact that Emmett might never regain his memory. I was stuck with this nice Emmett forever... well, until I am ready to leave. It meant I would no longer live in constant fear of being eaten alive or the fear that he might regain his memory and decide to carry on with his plan of killing for revenge. Ike wasn't really going to be a problem, all I had to do was remain mated to Emmett and make sure he doesn't suspect a thing. I was doing pretty well on that front. A gentle knock sounded at

Kali's POV His mouth was warm against mine, and I could not think — couldn’t breathe — couldn’t do anything but cling to him. My fingers curled into his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping me upright. His kisses deepened, rougher now, desperate, like a storm breaking after days of silence. Every part of me was alive — too alive. His hand slid up my spine, drawing me closer until there was no space left between us. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat echoing in my ears. I could feel every breath he took, every tremor that ran through him. When his hand trailed down, skimming over the curve of my thigh, I shivered. My legs felt weak. His touch sent sparks rushing through my veins, sensations I had never known, sensations that made me dizzy. His palm glided higher, tracing fire up my skin until it paused at the edge of my underwear. Then he froze. A low, almost pained sound escaped his lips, like a half growl, half groan — before he tore his lips from mine and

Zara’s POV For a long moment, neither of us moved. Kali’s eyes were locked on the dark, blood-stained bandage hanging from my hand, her chest rising and falling in shallow, frightened breaths. I could almost hear her heartbeat pounding in the silence between us. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. Finally, she whispered, “Zara… where did you find that?” I tilted my head slightly. “Where do you think? You left it in your sink.” She blanched. Her gaze flickered to the bathroom behind me and back again, guilt flashing across her features like lightning. “Why is it so dark?” I asked quietly, holding the bandage higher. “That blood wasn’t dark yesterday, Kali. It was red. Normal. So why does it look like this now?” Her hands trembled. “I—I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” My tone sharpened, frustration and fear mixing in my throat. “Because this doesn’t just happen, Kali. Blood doesn’t change color overnight.” She took a shaky step toward me, eyes glistening. “

Kali’s POV The world spun as I hit the ground, a cloud of dust rising around me. Pain shot through my ribs, sharp and fiery, but I bit down a groan. My lungs burned as I gasped for breath, every inhale scraping like sandpaper. “Had enough yet?” Vera’s voice carried above me, half mocking, half concerned. I stared up at her, blinking sweat out of my eyes. My whole body screamed in protest, but I forced my voice out, hoarse and stubborn. “No.” Vera sighed, shaking her head. “You’re going to regret this, sweetheart.” Before I could brace myself, she lunged. Her fist cut through the air, aimed squarely for my jaw— “Stop!” Aiden’s voice sliced through the training ground like a blade. Vera froze, her fist hovering inches from my face. A muscle in her arm twitched, then she slowly lowered it, smirking down at me. “You’re lucky, princess,” she said with a wink, stepping back. I lay there for a moment, panting. My arms trembled as I pushed myself upright, dirt clinging to my