All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EZRA I kept her face between my palms, my thumbs brushing her cheeks as though I could memorize every curve of her skin through touch alone. The kiss deepened without thought, her breath mingling with mine, warm and unhurried. She made a small sound against my mouth, something like a laugh caught in her throat, before she leaned back just enough for her lips to part from mine.“I’m hungry,” she said, eyes glinting with that mischievous softness I had missed for far too long. “If you’re not, I’m ready to eat.”Her words curled through me like the flicker of a flame. I didn’t let her go right away. Instead, I pulled her closer for two, maybe three more kisses, slower this time, just to feel the shape of her mouth and the faint tremor in her breath when she smiled into them.“I am not finished with you,” I murmured, but my grip loosened. She gave me a look that said she knew exactly what I meant and exactly how much I meant it. Then she slipped from my hands and turned toward the door,

JACQUELINEI had never thought I would be the one to panic over a cat. Not in this lifetime. But there I was, standing in the middle of the living room with my heart in my throat, scanning every corner of the place for a patch of bright orange fur that wasn’t there.“She’s not under the couch,” I had said, even though I had bent down and looked twice.“I checked there already,” Mom had answered quickly, her voice tight. She had abandoned the plates she had been washing in the kitchen sink. The water was still running, and I could hear it drumming into the metal basin. She had already stepped out the door to knock on the neighbor’s.The sound of her knuckles hitting their doors was sharp and too fast, like she didn’t have time to be polite about it. “Have you seen an orange cat? Small, short-haired?” I heard her asking Mr. Douglas, the old man who constantly mowed his lawn like it was a competition he was hoping to win someday.What if the cat had wandered out onto the road and was cru

EZRAI rose from the bed before she appeared, the movement almost instinctive. My hands pressed against my knees for a moment as I stood, my body leaning forward slightly, wanting her to arrive faster.The door opened.She stepped inside, and my chest loosened at the sight of her.She carried a plate of steaming meat in her hands. Her smile was the next thing I noticed—bright, warm, and steady.I did not wait for her to cross the threshold. I closed the space between us in three long strides.Her grin widened when she saw me moving toward her. I slid the plate from her hands before she could speak, careful not to spill the juices that pooled at the center. The heat of the ceramic pressed into my palms, but I did not let it go. I set it down on the small table beside the wall, my eyes never leaving hers.Then I kissed her.It came as no surprise to me that I just could not have enough of her. I felt her breath mix with mine. She tasted faintly of the air outside the room, cool and cle

JACQUELINEThe closer we got to the club, the louder the music grew. It wasn’t only sound. It was a thud that moved through the ground, through the soles of my shoes, and up into my chest. The lights outside the building flashed in quick colors, painting the people waiting in line red, then green, then a sudden white that made them look washed out for a second before shadow swallowed them again.Blair linked her arm through mine as we crossed the street. She leaned close to my ear and shouted over the noise. “Are you a little nervous?”I nodded. “Yeah, but we got this.”There was a short line at the door. Most people weren’t much older than us, though their confidence made them look it. Girls in tight skirts laughed with their heads thrown back. Guys in button-down shirts stood in groups, voices raised, half-empty bottles in their hands even though the night had barely begun.Two bouncers stood at the door. Both of them were huge. Their black shirts stretched across their shoulders, a

JACQUELINEStrong arms caught me before my head struck the floor. Adam. His body was solid against mine, the heat of him cutting through the fever that boiled under my skin. His hand slipped behind my neck, holding me steady, keeping me from hitting the beer-soaked floor.I was still slightly conscious of the fact that we were at the club, but I couldn't shake the nightmarish trance away. I couldn't escape from the coffin I had just been drowned in. “Jacqueline!” His voice cut close to my ear, sharp and alarmed. “Stay with me.”But I was not with him.I trembled, every muscle jerking. My arms flailed. My legs kicked against air as I tried to break free. A sound ripped from my throat, raw and strange.“Seizure!” someone shouted from the crowd. “She’s having a seizure!”“Call 911!” another voice yelled.Feet scrambled. I could hear phones being pulled out, the mechanical chime of numbers being pressed.But Adam roared above them, his voice cutting sharp as the music. “No! Do not call!”