All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JACQUELINEI stepped up onto the porch as Blair turned the corner, and the orange tabby cat stood. Without a single sound, she strutted away, tail flicking like she had a personal vendetta against me. I paused, one foot still hovering above the last step, watching her move toward the far side of the house like I was the one trespassing.How the hell had she even gotten outside?"Come here," I called softly. "How did you get out?"The cat paused, turned, and eyed me with what I swore was judgment. Then she meowed, loud, high-pitched, a sound that carried more insult than request. Then she turned again and walked farther.The darn cat was just as saucy as its owner.I shook my head, lips pulling into a small smirk despite the slight disdain I held toward Ezra.“Come on, let's get inside.”Of course, she wouldn’t answer. She was a cat, not a child. There was no point in being upset at her. She hadn’t asked to be dumped here. She hadn’t hurt me.Ezra had.I exhaled and reached for the doo

JACQUELINEI wasn't sure how long I slept, but I roused the second I felt something soft across my cheeks.I could tell that I was being touched, but the sleepy fog hadn't completely cleared for me to be able to tell by whom.But the moment the familiar smell of lavender hit, I slowly cracked one eye open and stared up at the sight of my mom gently stroking my cheek with her right thumb. Her eyes were filled with insurmountable fondness."Mom?" I whispered. She had loved to sit by my bedside and stroke my cheeks when I was younger. But that had stopped the moment Father had upped and left home without looking back."Yes, my darling," she replied with a tired smile. She didn't shift away, but she retracted her hand, and I instantly missed the warmth of her touch.I blinked slowly. She was still in the outfit she wore this morning. Her shoes had been kicked off. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few strands falling over her cheeks. She had just returned from work. "You're back ea

JACQUELINE“Gone for good?” I repeated, blinking at my mom like she’d grown a second head.She nodded slowly, grabbing her spoon and beginning to dig into her plate of lasagna. She was acting perfectly calm. But why wouldn’t she?She wasn’t the one who’d signed up for his classes. She wasn’t the one who had kissed him at Sammy’s party just to get back at her cheating ex. She wasn’t the one who’d fallen in love with him and was now learning that he probably was never going to come back.“What do you mean gone for good? Did he tell you that? Did Ezra say something?” Surely, he must have said something.Had his visit that night really been for me? Would he have told me he was leaving if I’d just driven straight home after our sexual encounter?She hesitated. “Well... not exactly. He didn’t say the words gone for good. But when someone shows up at your door, drops off their cat, and hands you their platinum card like it’s a spare pair of socks, it says something.”My head jerked up. “Wai

JACQUELINE Days had passed since Mom told me about the platinum card. Since then, neither of us had brought it up again. Not over breakfast. Not while watching TV. Not even when she was refilling the cat’s bowl with the kibble she ordered online using her own card instead of his. It was almost like we had silently agreed to forget it. But the thing was, the cat was still here. Her soft pawsteps on the wooden floor, the little meows she made when she wanted food or attention, they reminded me that Ezra had been here. That he had come to our doorstep, dropped her off, and handed us a credit card that glimmered like something out of a movie. If not for that cat, I might have convinced myself it was all a dream. That I had never met him. That I had not fallen for him, hard and fast, like an idiot. That I had not kissed him in a drunken haze. Or felt his fingers against my skin like they had belonged there forever. Or watched him disappear without saying goodbye. But forgetting

EZRAThe court emptied as the elders shuffled out amidst low murmurs and quiet grumbles. Their footsteps echoed like an unwanted chorus against the stone floor. Some of them glanced back, others whispered amongst themselves. Obviously, they were not pleased with what had just taken place. But I didn’t care.Let them grumble. Let them choke on old rules. I wasn’t here to keep them comfortable.Araya lingered.She stood by the far column, her shadow stretched long across the floor, wavering near the roots of the throne. Her golden eyes watched me with the same unreadable calm she wore when I first saw her by the window in my chambers.“You are still here,” I said, not unkindly.She stepped forward, her steps almost soundless against the cold floor. “Only wanted to be sure there was nothing else you needed from me.”A convenient excuse. I said nothing and waited.Her eyes dropped for a breath, then lifted again. “You made quite a ruling.”“It had to be made.”She tilted her head slightly