All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter ElevenJacquelineI walked into the lecture hall amidst the throng of students and took my favorite seat by the window. Mrs. Winterthur stood at the podium, her silver hair pulled back in a tight bun, the kind that gave her the air of someone who meant business but was never unkind. Her presence filled the room with a quiet authority. Mr. Winterthur was one of the professors who were well liked. She was the kind that you could send an email to about your challenges and expect positive feedback. She was nothing like Mr Philips. “Today, we turn to Homer’s Odyssey,” she announced. “Think not only about the journey itself, but what it means to lose and to search for a home.”I tried to focus, but my fingers twitched restlessly on the desk. I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Phillip's threat. Were teachers even permitted to threaten their students? There was something about the professor that I couldn't quite place. When he'd invaded my personal space, something in his eyes ha

Chapter ThirteenEzraI should have been out in the wild, with the forest air billowing against my fur. But my wolf was something I could no longer connect with the way I used to. Nothing had remained the same again after that fateful night when she had been wrenched from my arms. I shouldn't have been here, but I was brought here by determination and yearning to find her. The same yearning that had caused me to take up a job here. And now, here I was, strapped by duty to this desk, teaching, directing, and correcting. I generally had very little patience for humans. But with these unlearned ones, I had to learn it. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the office as I leaned over the desk, reviewing the student's paper. The young man sitting across from me fidgeted, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the armrest of the chair."Your thesis is promising," I said, circling a paragraph with my pen, "but you need to delve deeper into the comparative analysis. Draw clearer

EZRA'I shouldn't have done that.' Was the first thing I thought to myself the moment I deposited the barely conscious woman in my passenger seat. What the hell? I should have simply minded my business like everyone who'd driven past. Instead, I'd allowed myself to cross a line I’d spent decades fortifying.I got into the driver's side and pulled onto the road again. I drove without glancing at the woman in the passenger seat. Maybe, if I pretended hard enough, she would magically disappear and I could assume the last few minutes didn't happen. But the woman didn't. And I was forced again to ask myself why I'd allowed myself to do this. Kindness. Compassion. Humanity. All those words these fools threw around like confetti. Maybe they were beginning to sink into my bones like rot. It disgusted me.I arrived home and killed the engine. I glanced at the woman again. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to make it out on her own. Growling under my breath, I leaned down and scooped he

Chapter Seventeen EZRAThe hallway smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. A student sprinted past me, knocking into my arm. No apology. Typical. I gritted my teeth and pushed my office door open.Humans. Loud, clumsy, thoughtless creatures. I couldn’t stand most of them. And yet, here I was—surrounded by them every damn day.I hadn’t slept. Not after last night. Not after dragging a wolf-bitten woman into my home and forcing moonroot tea down her throat to keep her from shifting and tearing the town apart.What the hell was I doing?I was here to find the woman I had never truly been allowed to be with. The woman I should have protected. The woman I had failed. But here I was, allowing myself to be distracted by little things; like the way Jacqueline slouched in her seat, the way she didn’t even try to hide that her mind was somewhere else entirely. She had a brain. That much was clear. She could be exceptional if she stopped wasting her time sulking or letting whatever drama she dra

Chapter Nineteen EZRAI gripped the steering wheel tightly, the leather cool beneath my palms. This was one of my favorite things to do. Driving towards my sanctuary... my home. But here on this wheel, with the windows down and the wind ruffling my hair, I could feel the sort of exhilaration that most humans claimed they did. It felt almost like freedom. Like a teasing taste of bliss. Today hadn't exactly been what I'd call perfect, what with Beatrice finding me. It hadn't taken much to figure out that she had followed my scent. She was pretty much supernatural now. I shook my head as I recalled the absolute terror in her eyes after she had been told what she had become. Many people would have killed to become what she was. But she had been bitten against her consent. Which was worrisome. Usually, wolves rarely visited the human realm. Who'd been strong enough to break through the veil? I couldn't help but recall that Tarius had paid me a visit the same night Beatrice had found