All Chapters of The Alpha's Enslaved - Book I, II, and III: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

***MiaI wasn’t sure why he used the spray but it was as if he had never been here. His musk, his heavenly aroma was gone. Only the sensation of his mouth... his lips on my skin remained. But he wasn't here anymore.“He left us," I cried. Lily gave a low whine.“No, he will come back for us. That was our love... our mate! I felt his wolf ... oh, I can’t wait to see him, Mia! I’ve waited a lifetime for our mate. When we get out of here, he will claim us and we will be his,” she said, almost giddy, tail wagging excitedly.I shook my head, looking around. I was still captive, still the King’s slave. There was no getting out of here. Not without help. Where could I possibly go that the King wouldn’t find me? And who was that man? And how could he just leave me? Would he come back? Would I ever see him again?“Goddess, what if they captured him after he left?” The thought ground against my teeth. I had no name, no title. Maybe he was one of the guards and smelled me. “Or worse... what if

***MiaBeta Braxton knocked on my door this morning, just as he had done yesterday. Another gown draped over my bed as I walked out of the bathroom. This time it was an empress waist dress, white with lace trim, dazzling and ready for me. Greta left breakfast and my morning coffee. I tried to gather myself in preparation for the day’s venture. The King was angry last night. I had no way of knowing if that steam had simmered overnight.As the Beta was walking me through the main corridor, my eager eyes combed over the mob aimlessly. I searched for my mate... maybe somewhere beyond the gates. An Omega among the pack, working in the town. I sniffed the air but caught nothing. No scent of him. The Beta motioned for me to follow him to the main entrance doors.Outside? He nodded as I looked at him curiously.I walked out into the gardens and was embraced by total sunlight. I closed my eyes and invited the warmth on my skin. For a second, I felt free, unburdened by my actual reality. Rows o

***MiaI awoke to a presence hovering over me but I couldn’t move.“No,” I pleaded into the darkness. “Please, not tonight.”My limbs froze, fear holding me in place. It was too painful to move. I wouldn’t be able to fight him off and whatever he chose to do to me, I knew it would only worsen my wounds. There would be no healing if he beat me again tonight.Maybe death would be a comfort at this point.But something different... a familiar scent of earth and forestry hit my nose. Was I dreaming? No, it was him. My heart leapt with sudden anxiousness. I felt the weight of the bed shift as my mate crawled in next to me. His hand gently began removing my bandages.Maybe he felt guilty and wanted to look at the damage, I thought to myself. He hunched over and felt the warmth of his breath against my back. Wetness blanketed me as his tongue began licking the lacerations, etched into my skin.I shrieked in pain, a torrent piercing down my spine, but the cries slowly softened into whines as

***MiaBeta Braxton warned me that since my wounds were now healed, Alpha Godric would be escorting me to the pack ball tonight. The King hadn’t visited me since my punishment. This was my one reprieve. But now, I had to spend an evening with the town that was audience to my humiliation and public flaying.A long black lace dress hung on the closet door. Slits rose high on each side, leaving little to the imagination. So high, they reached the top of my hips, revealing the fish net stockings he paired for the evening. The corset pushed my breasts forward and squeezed out any breath left in my body.Oh, how was I going to get through this night?When the lock turned, it was the King who entered tonight, dressed sharply in his tux. “Good to see you on your feet again. I’ve missed you,” he snickered. He walked towards me and grabbed me by my waist. His hand ran down the curves of my hips. I shuddered as I took a breath.It would be a long night.We pulled into the roundabout by limousine

***GodricI removed the chain from her neck an hour ago and in her tipsy state, she still hadn’t noticed. As we walked out of the car, I saw relief wash over her face. I chuckled to myself. I’m sure she was elated... assuming she would finally go back to her room and be free of me.No. That was the prelude.“Where are you going?” I asked, with a hint of annoyance as she walked towards the upwards staircase.She looked around, bewildered, and said, “I thought the party was over.” She frowned as she watched everyone else making their way to their rooms.I pulled her from the staircase and towered over her petite frame. I loved how she squirmed before me, so intimidating and small. Finally I said, “I warned you it would be a long night, did I not? Hope you’re ready for second half.”Her reddened face was already flushed from the drinks but now she was biting, anxiously, at her lips. Her eyes glistened but no tears. Her head bowed down and shoulders slouched, defeated, as she followed me.