All Chapters of Alpha Shane Human Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LAURENThe hallway buzzed with lunchtime noise—shoes squeaking on polished tiles, lockers slamming, laughter bouncing off the walls. I moved through the crowd with a smile plastered on my face, nodding at classmates, blending in like I always did. No one looked twice. No one ever did.But something was wrong.Deep inside me, something itched beneath the surface—like pressure building under my skin, like a glass wall between me and… myself.My hands were mine, but they moved with a practiced precision that didn’t feel like me. My voice said words I didn’t always choose. I blinked and sometimes forgot where I was looking.And lately—more and more—I’d been hearing my voice in my head.Panicked. Muffled.Screaming.Get out. Move. Run.But my body didn’t respond.I walked into the girls’ bathroom and gripped the edge of the sink. My reflection stared back—calm, composed, flawless.Too flawless.My fingers trembled. “Something’s… wrong,” I whispered.Then—Flash.A gust of wind slammed into

SHANEI felt her fear before I even heard her scream.It cracked through me like lightning, splitting the silence inside my chest and dragging Caspian—my wolf—screaming to the surface. There was no more waiting, no more hesitation. The bond between us, raw and humming, surged like a tidal wave. And the moment I stepped into the burning library and saw her backed against the shelves, cornered—It was over.My vision blurred.My bones burned.The change came without command. Without warning.No moon. No ritual. Just need.I barely registered the gasps.The rustle of fleeing students, the slam of feet on the tile floor, the chorus of confused, terrified voices beyond the smoke. I wasn’t thinking about any of that.Just Harley.Curled behind a desk. Wide-eyed. Shaking.And the wolves—those bastards—closing in like they were still in control.But they weren’t.They had no idea what they’d just unleashed.My hands dropped to the floor as claws broke through skin. Pain lanced through every m

HARLEYThe nurse ushered us through the back hallway, her white sneakers squeaking quietly against the linoleum floor. The silence felt like a fog—thick, eerie, and impossible to see through.I held tightly to Shane’s arm, my fingers wrapped around the curve of his wrist like a lifeline. My body still trembled from the adrenaline, from the heat of the fire, from the shift—not mine, his. And the part of me that could still hear his heartbeat beneath his skin was struggling to understand everything that had just happened.The fire. The wolves. Lauren. And Shane—his body folding, reshaping, becoming something other than human—right in front of everyone.I’d always known what he was. I’d seen the way his eyes glowed, the way his voice sometimes sounded like it came from somewhere ancient and wild. But seeing him transform like that? That fast? With humans watching?It wasn’t just real now.It was dangerous.We stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The sky had turned a muted gray, soft

JULIETThere are some things you grow up knowing—without question, without reason, just as a quiet certainty.Like the fact that the sky is blue. That fire burns. That monsters don’t exist.At least… they’re not supposed to.I’d always believed I was in control. That with the right words, the right look, the right amount of venom behind a smile, I could own any room I walked into. I could twist people around my finger. Make them feel small or invisible with a glance.But nothing prepares you for the moment when you realize you’ve been walking into a room filled with predators—and you were never the one in control.Just prey with a good poker face.I sat alone in my room, curled up against the window seat, knees pulled to my chest. Outside, the sky was beginning to bruise with twilight. That deep, slow fade of color before night swallowed the world whole. My reflection in the glass looked paler than I remembered. More hollow.I used to think power meant being the one people feared.Now

HARLEYThe house was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. Not the comfortable silence that came after a long day, wrapped in blankets and breathing in sync with someone beside you.No—this quiet hummed. It watched.Like the walls were holding their breath.I sat cross-legged on the rug in Shane’s room, his hoodie swallowed around me, my bare feet pressed into the fabric as I stared at my hands.They looked the same.Soft, pale. No scars. No glowing marks. No runes carved into my palms like in those old witch stories.But I could feel it now.Something pulsing beneath the skin.Something awake.It hadn’t stopped since the library. Ever since Shane shifted and saved me—no, since before that. Since I heard his voice in my head. Since I knew I wasn’t just falling for him…I was becoming something else.He’d gone downstairs to speak with the others—Kade, Jasper, Connor. I could hear their voices faintly through the floorboards, low and tense. Planning. Preparing.They didn’t think I c