The Alpha King's Human Mate

Chapter Two/-Ezra-/She was strange, yet she smelled so delicious. She looked so small and fragile. Delicate. Different. I have come across many types of humans during my stay here but none has been nearly as daring and audacious as she was. They were all weak, selfish and irritating. I hated them all but this girl, there was something special about her. Back at home, even looking me in the eye was a crime, not to talk of coming close enough to kiss me.Maybe that was it. The contact. The last time I kissed someone was three hundred years ago and right after that, she was snatched away from me while I was forced to live with the curse of tasting the forbidden fruit. When her lips touched mine, it felt as though my entire being was suddenly awake, my brain short-circuited and before I knew it, I was savouring those juicy moulds of flesh. “I tried to be a supportive friend, you know. God knows, I did everything to make her happy. I would cancel trips, pay for her stuff, take her on

Chapter Four/-Ezra-/Drama. That was one thing I tried to avoid. Yet, since the moment I set eyes on this human, it has been from one drama to the other. I took to teaching because it was the easiest way to come in contact with as many people as possible. A degree was easy for me to acquire. One threat and I got to borrow it for a month then move to the next university and find someone else to impersonate.I could feel her. I knew she was close. Somewhere in this city but her scent came only as a tease, giving me hope and vanishing at the next moment. With a dormant wolf, finding her was even harder. So here I was introducing my self to a bunch of rascals when I saw her. The funny blue-eyed girl. As expected, she was embarrassed and avoided me for the rest of the day. It was cute how she thought I didn't notice her but I didn't bother to prove her wrong. It was best we avoided each other. But just like the goddess placed her in the class I happened to be teaching, I happened t

EZRA "You can't be serious." I said, turning around to hide my shock. "I am, Ezra." Tarius said, the hearty chatter completely gone from his voice. "Our pack needs an alpha. You have been chosen." "I didn't save the Grim pack with the purpose of being made alpha. I refuse to accept any form of reward for my help."Tarius shook his head, his eyes now filled with disappointment. "Alpha Anarion trusts no other to rule his pack except you. It'll be an honor if you accept.""I will not. Now, leave. I have stupid papers to mark."Tarius opened his mouth as if to argue. "Leave now, Tarius. I'll hate to snap your throat while I watch you die."Fearfully, Tarius made his way out the door, and I dropped down onto my desk. I hated this job.I ran a hand down my face and sat heavily, staring at the red pen in my fingers like it was a blade. For a second, I imagined plunging it into my thigh just to feel something sharp and real. But I was no mere mortal. Even a knife through my chest will

Chapter EightEZRAThe fucking little human. Why did I keep running into her?My eyes met her light blue ones, and she looked quickly away, fear evident in those eyes.The woman who had just been about to kiss me said something, but I couldn't hear her because I stood up and began to make my way towards Jacqueline and her companion.I got to their table and plastered a friendly smile on my face.“Jacqueline, good evening.” Jacqueline looked like she was begging the ground to open up right at that moment, and I found her discomfort very entertaining. The much older woman at the table—Jacqueline's replica—looked up at me, eyes wide with surprise. “Well, aren’t you a handsome one. You’re not one of her classmates, are you?”I gave her a polite smile. “No, ma’am. I’m one of her professors. Ezra Philip.”“Oh!” She lit up immediately.“I have always wanted to meet one of my daughter's professors.” The woman clapped her hands delightfully. She had a good aura and smelled like sadness and d

Chapter Ten EZRAStudents were trickling into my lecture hall like ants from a rotted hill, chatting and laughing. I hated that sound. Laughter... So hollow and meaningless. I marked papers slowly, methodically, savoring the silence as the room filled up and the chatter became less loud. Except it wasn’t completely silent. One pair of boots clicked slower than the others. She was dragging her feet, the way someone does when they want to be anywhere else but there. Jacqueline Blackwell.The girl with fire in her eyes and a mouth that didn’t know when to shut the hell up. She wasn’t like her kind. The others feared me. Jacqueline didn’t. I stopped marking the moment the clock signaled a new hour and stood up to address the class. Over 60 pairs of eyes were fixed on me, except one. “Miss Blackwell.”The young human was on her phone, typing furiously, a frown marring her delicate features. She looked up at the sound of my voice, and our eyes met. Her lips were still painted red lik