All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JACQUELINEThe motel room smelled faintly of damp carpet and bleach. The curtains hung unevenly, and the sunlight cut through in crooked strips that landed across the bed. The comforter looked clean enough but worn, the kind of fabric that had been washed too many times.I sat on the edge of the bed as soon as we came in. My legs were too weak to hold me any longer. The moment I let my weight settle, my stomach lurched. I bent forward, resting my hands on my knees, breathing slowly, trying not to gag.Blair stayed standing. She looked restless, her eyes darting from me to the door to the ugly lamp in the corner. Her arms wrapped around herself. She was chewing on her lower lip.“This was a bad idea,” she said suddenly, her voice sharp and fast. “We should not have come here.”I lifted my head a little, though it made the room sway. “It is fine.”Her eyes widened. “No, it is not fine. We should have gone to a hospital. I do not even know why we followed that guy here. “His name is Ada

JACQUELINEThe room felt heavier the longer the silence dragged between them. I could not stop the tears. They rolled fast and hot, soaking into my skin until my whole face felt swollen. I pressed the heel of my palm against my eyes, but it did nothing to stop it. My chest burned with how uneven my breathing was.“Jackie,” Adam said carefully, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. “What is it really? What is going on inside you? Tell me.”He shifted closer, but not too close. His voice was steady, though I caught the faint strain at the end. His hand rested against his knee, as if he was afraid to reach for me without permission. “And I am sorry,” he added, eyes flicking briefly toward Blair. “Sorry about the fight. It should not have happened.”Blair’s lips parted like she wanted to cut in, but she pressed them tight together first. Her hands wrung in her lap, knuckles turning white before she finally whispered, “I am sorry too, Jackie.” She leaned forward, her face a mess of wo

EZRAI did not waste time.The moment I left Tarius in the underground, fury still boiling in my chest, I marched straight to the court. I lifted my hand to one of the guards stationed at the doors. “Send for Araya. Jaros. Larek. And Tarius. Bring them to me now.”The guard bowed his head quickly, with no hesitation. He ran. My jaw clenched hard. I paced across the wide hall, shoulders stiff, breath heavy with the weight of what I had just seen—the empty cell, the collar abandoned, the guards torn apart like scraps.It did not take long. One by one they arrived. Araya entered first, her hair pulled back into a hasty bun, eyes sharp as they swept across me. Jaros and Larek joined closely after. And finally Tarius, his face pale but composed, though I could still see the tension in his throat where my hand had almost crushed him not long ago.When they were all there, I didn’t sit. I remained standing in the middle of the room. “She is gone,” I said flatly. I was certain they knew who

EZRAGyai left without saying a word because she understood. She knew my place was here for now, with my pack, buried in the demands of duty. That wordless understanding made me extremely happy.Gyai had truly been the one for me, and I was incredibly happy that I had not compromised.And in that moment, I remembered the human girl—the woman that I had been tempted to abandon the search for Gyai for. Those blue eyes that I wasn’t sure I could ever forget.That heart-shaped face and the luscious dark hair that I had buried my hands in while I fucked her… while I took her innocence.I shook my head softly. This wasn’t the time to think about that. The human girl was my past now.Gyai was my woman, the treasure I had sought for so long—the gem that I’d been lucky enough to find again.The human girl was going to be fine. But from here on out, it was going to be about Gyai.My chest tightened with something I could not name but could feel burning through me. Love. Devotion. A quiet, unbre

JACQUELINEThe rest of the drive was too quiet. The kind of quiet that got under your skin and sat there like a weight you couldn’t shake. Blair’s hands stayed fixed on the wheel, her knuckles pale where she gripped it too tightly. Her eyes didn’t leave the road. She didn’t even hum along with the radio, though it was still faintly on, some song whispering low from the speakers.And I sat there, every second growing more uncomfortable, watching the streetlamps flicker through the windshield. Their yellow light streaked across her face and then slid away, leaving her in shadow again. That back-and-forth of light and dark made her expression unreadable, and I hated not knowing what was in her head.I wished I hadn’t said anything.The regret came quick, sharp, curling into my stomach until it made me feel sick. Why had I thought it was a good idea to blurt that out? The words had slipped, and I’d trusted Blair would just… accept them. Accept me.She had been such a good friend, better t