Semua Bab The Alpha King's Human Mate : Bab 91 - Bab 100

JACQUELINEBlair reached over and took my hand. “I know.”I swallowed. “I don’t regret it. I just... I feel like I don’t know him. Not really. He’s always been this mystery. And now—”“You’ve slept with the mystery,” she said, deadpan.I groaned and buried my face in her shoulder.She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around me. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s okay to be confused. But I saw the way you looked at him in the parking lot the other day. And it's obvious that he cares about you too. I mean, he came to the hospital to look for you and take you back to your mom. That wasn’t nothing.”I sniffed as I remembered that day and how Ezra had looked cold and formidable leaning against his car, those gray, stormy eyes pinning me to the spot. Maybe Blair was right. Maybe he did care. He had touched me like I mattered…his hands on my skin had made me feel warm and fuzzy...I pulled back slowly, determined to stop thinking about the sex. “He said he went to see Samuel.”Blair stiffened. “What?

EZRA It was time.I did not take anything with me. No bag. No suitcase. No farewell note. The desk where I had spent long nights grading essays sat in perfect order. The drawers closed. The floor swept. I left everything just as it had always been. Nothing in the human world belonged to me. I opened the front door. The sky had turned from deep blue to a starless black, which was good. Nobody would see the portal open up in the forest. Nobody would suspect a thing. Then a small meow broke through it.I turned.The orange cat sat in the middle of the living room, tail curled around her paws. Her green eyes stared into mine, unblinking. The look she gave me was not pleading. It was accusatory. As though she knew what I was about to do. As if she knew that I was about to leave. Leave everything behind. Leave her behind. Animals always did.They knew when storms were coming, when death was nearby, when a soul had decided it would not stay.I walked back to her, slow, like I had not jus

JACQUELINEIt was the sound of my phone vibrating that woke me.I opened my eyes slowly, feeling heavy and warm. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me wasn’t mine, and the bed didn’t smell like me either. It smelled like male cologne and something faintly like cocoa butter. Then I remembered. This was Micah’s room.I blinked as my mind began to replay the events of yesterday.I had sex with Ezra. I really gave my virginity to my poetry teacher and didn't regret it. I shook my head at myself because I knew that I was supposed to regret it. To hate myself after everything that had happened.Ezra wasn't even my boyfriend. He had never declared that he loved me at all, yet I had surrendered my body to him to do as he pleased, and he had turned my head inside out.I turned over. Blair was still asleep beside me, curled up tight like a comma, one hand tucked under her cheek. Her breathing was soft and steady, and her curls were a little wild on the pillow. I watched

JACQUELINE “Mama…” My voice was paper-thin. “What is that cat doing here?”My mother looked up from where she was perched on the couch, the cat sprawled lazily in her lap. Her brows drew together, faintly. “Why? You know the cat?”I blinked. My mouth opened, then closed again. I could feel my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn’t say that I’d seen the cat before or that it had once belonged to a man I was supposed to think of only as my teacher. Because then the next question would be, where had I seen it? And why?So, I shook my head. “I don’t know the cat. I just didn’t know you had decided to adopt one.”I moved toward the couch carefully, like the cat might lunge at me with accusation. Its green eyes followed my every step. Its stare was… rude. Like it already knew I was lying.Good thing it couldn’t talk.“I didn’t adopt it,” Mama said. “Your college professor brought it.”“What?” My mouth fell open. I could feel my heartbeat rushing

JACQUELINE I swallowed. “Mom… there’s more.”She turned toward me slowly, her brows furrowing with something between concern and patience. “More?”I nodded, eyes still on the floor. “Ezra Philips… he wasn’t just my poetry professor.”Her breath caught, but she said nothing. I looked up briefly, enough to see her straighten in her seat, her hands resting stiff on her knees.“He was my friend. He helped me,” I started, then stopped, the words dissolving like sugar in hot water. “Not in any wrong way,” I added quickly. “And not the way people think.”Her silence gave me space to continue, but her eyes didn’t blink.“After everything that happened with Nina… and Sammy…” I looked down again, hating how shaky my voice sounded. “I was falling apart. I felt like nothing. I’d go to class, and people would whisper. Nina was spreading things. About me. About how I was manipulative and desperate. And Sammy… he was worse. He told people I was pretentious. He called me a slut..”Mom’s fingers clen