บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Human Mate : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

JACQUELINE As Mom walked to her room, I caught her trying to hide a smile, and I fought the giggle that rose up my throat too.Heading to my own room, I realized just how relieved I felt, not just because I hadn’t been scolded, but because I’d finally said the words I’d been choking on for weeks. Telling Mom the truth about the bullying, about how Ezra Philips had helped me, had loosened something inside me. Like I could breathe again.The idea of getting a restraining order against Nina and Samuel filled me with pure relief. It felt like for once, someone had drawn a line in the sand and said enough.I checked the time. If I didn’t hurry, I was going to be late for school, and late for Ezra’s class.I rushed into the bathroom, stripped out of the clothes I’d tossed aside the night before, and stepped into the shower. The water hit my skin like a jolt of memory. As I reached for my sponge, my eyes caught on my reflection in the broken edge of the mirror hanging crookedly above the si

103JACQUELINE I was late.Too late to hear the whispers. Too late to catch the stares. If they were there, I missed them, and maybe that was a good thing. My shoes tapped fast against the tiles as I rushed through the school hallway, heart thudding in my chest but not from fear. Not from shame.There was something else blooming in me. Something light. Something that almost felt like hope. Maybe it was because, deep down, I knew I’d see him again today.Ezra.Even just thinking his name made the air feel different.He had said he would be here. He had told me. And I had believed him. He hadn't looked like he had a reason to lie to me. I was going to meet him after class. I was going to talk about the cat, and ask why he had brought it to mine in the middle of the night. So I didn’t slow down.Not even when I passed the hallway where kids always huddled to whisper. Not even when I caught a few turned heads in my periphery. I kept walking.Almost skipped.But the second I pushed open

EZRA Tarius walked beside me, shoulders rigid and silent as we left the council chamber. I did not glance back. Their eyes still crawled along my spine, their reverence and fear mixed with something I couldn't name.The corridor opened into a vast court carved of black stone, its high arches whispering of battles long past. The stars blinked above like waiting eyes. I stepped into the light and stopped.Ahead stood the throne.It rose from the stone like a blade out of a wound, tall and stark, carved into the curled sweep of a wolf’s tail. Its edges were jagged but elegant, smoothed by the bodies of kings and warlords long buried beneath these grounds. I had seen this throne before. When I had been summoned by Anarion and asked to fight alongside him.Now it was mine.Tarius stopped beside me, his voice low.“This belongs to you now. The blood in your veins, your command, your wolf. The people know it. They feel it. We all do.”I said nothing. I only stared. The throne was not a seat

JACQUELINE The car was quiet, but my mind was not. My tears had stopped falling, but I still felt hollow.Blair’s hand squeezed mine gently where it rested on the back seat between us.Her voice was soft. “What do you want to do?”I didn’t answer at first. I just stared at the back of the driver’s seat like it held all the answers. I couldn’t attend Mrs. Winterthur’s class. Not with my heart this heavy. Not with my mind still turning over everything like a washing machine that wouldn’t stop spinning.“I can’t go back,” I finally said.Blair nodded slowly, like she had already guessed. “Then let’s not.”I blinked at her. “What?”She smiled a little. “I'll skip with you. I can't go to Mrs. Winterthur’s class either. I won’t be able to concentrate anyway. Let’s go somewhere else. I know a spot.”I turned to look at her, eyes still puffy from crying. “You know how to drive?”“Got my license last year.” She sat up straighter. “Are you okay to drive mine?” I asked. “I don’t think I can.”

ARAYA"Ezra Tades is going to be a tough nut to crack."My voice echoed softly against the stone walls. My boots clicked against the polished stone as I walked in and stopped several paces from the throne.My heart was still pounding from my meeting with Alpha Tades. The immortal alpha. I had waited for years, having heard talk of how he had fought bravely beside Alpha Anarion, and how without his help, Grim would have become a forgotten pack, conquered and scavenged by the Hollow pack.The story, passed down to us from father, was that the immortal alpha had fought with the strength of a thousand men. And because of him, the Grim pack had emerged victorious.Alpha Anarion never stopped talking about him. And so, when he had asked for his right-hand man, Tarius, to find the immortal alpha, everyone had been unsurprised.Just this morning, I had finally set my eyes on the alpha. And he had taken my breath away. He looked better than anyone ever described. And his intense, stormy eyes h