The Alpha king human mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“There’s no such thing as werewolves,” I said for the umpteenth time to my father as we sat in the dining room that evening for dinner.I had gotten tired of his constant rambling about them and how many he had managed to hunt down. It didn’t make any sense to me, a person having the ability to turn into an animal. I had just gotten home from my college dorm after graduation, and the last thing I needed was him lecturing me.“And how do you think I got the money to feed you and the money for this house that I bought?” he challenged, smirking as if he had just trapped me in a corner that would lead me to believe him.“You work other jobs,” I guessed with a shrug. I didn’t want to say anything about it anymore.“I do not,” he argued. “One werewolf is worth tens of thousands of dollars, and that’s only a small size. Six months ago, I was lucky enough to catch one after catching another one a month before.”I stared at him helplessly, not sure whether it really had been a good idea to let

“Oh, my God!” I muttered, my hand slapping my mouth in shock.He stood on the other side of the glass, his face illuminated by the pale moonlight and mostly by the light from my bedroom. He didn’t lookanything like the savage creature I remembered from earlier. His features were sharp, handsome even, and his eyes… they weren’t wild or feral. They were human.He watched me intently, as if waiting for something. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in my throat.I wanted to scream, to run, to call for my father, but I couldn’t move. His eyes held me in place, and I was frozen, trapped in that momentand not sure what to do.This was the man who had marked me. The man who had claimed me as his own, according to my father. And now, he was here, standing at my window, looking more human than ever.How did he know where I lived?“Open it,” I heard him say as he gestured at the latch that was holding my window closed.I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head and scoffing at his

The room I was in became suffocating, the adrenaline of what just happened leaving and reality kicking in. Wolves just attacked me. I sat on the edge of the bed in the room I found myself in. It was a simple hut in the woods that August brought me to rest my legs. The lamp cast long shadows on the wall, but the dim light did nothing to ease the storm raging in my chest. August’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and frustrated, how he'd looked at me like I had broken some unspoken rule. It made my stomach twist, but behind the anger, I'd seen something raw and vulnerable, though he'd never admit it. That was August. I have come to know him over the past few weeks, and it's a surprise how fast I'm catching up. My fingers absentmindedly found the mark on my neck. A jolt of electricity went through me when I did that, and a hiss came from my lips before I could stop it. The door creaked, and my head snapped up; my heart jumped into my throat when I saw him step in—closing the door

The forest is alive with shadows but I press on, clutching my bag tightly as if it could shield me from the cold that seeps into my bones. The landmarks guide me, the fork shaped tree, the crescent room rock, and with every step, my heart pounds louder. I shouldn't be here, I know that much, but something about this place, something about him kept pulling me back. The clearing comes into view, the houses nestled, against the backdrop of tall pines. Relief floods me, only to vanish in the next heartbeat, as figures emerge from the shadows. Sharp, golden eyes gleam in the moonlight, and hostile growls rumble in the air. My feets screams at me to run, but they stayed glued to the ground. “She's human.” Someone spits, their time dripping with disdain. “Who are you?” Another voice growls. Before I can respond, another figure steps into the light, and my breath catches. August. The man that madey breath hitch, the only man that made me wet without trying anything, the man that made me

I sat at the edge of the forest, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The screen glowed faintly, illuminating the trembling fingers that hovered over the familiar number. My father's number. I felt guilty because he didn't know where I was, if it was up to him, he would think I was settling down in a new apartment. But I was just here, in a pack, where nobody liked me. Nobody welcomed me here and I wondered why I wanted to stay, maybe because of the pull I had with August? Could that be the reason? Maybe the so called mate bond is why I feel like I can withstand the hatred of the pack just to be near August, or maybe it was the heat August talked about. I really haven't gotten the whole point of the heat. August told me he would send someone to fill me in. Hopefully someone that didn’t hate me like the rest of the pack. The phone rang twice before he answered.“Azalea.” his voice came through, warm and steady. A comforting anchor to a life that now felt like a distant memory. “Hi