All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EZRAOne of the ways I'd learned to blend in with the humans was to pretend.I wasted money every week on food that never made it to my stomach. Because living alone and never going out to eat—getting groceries or ordering in was the strangest way to draw the attention of neighbors who'd surely draw the attention of the authorities, who'd come snooping around.I didn't want that sort of attention, and so every week I went grocery shopping and ended up trashing them one day at a time.Today, I went shopping again. I was in the frozen aisle when I felt the enticing scent of the human girl.I gritted my teeth and ignored it, throwing several steaks into the cart. For several minutes, I continued to shop without any interruptions.But when I got to the checkout section, I saw her—not the human girl, no. But the mom.Our eyes met as we both walked with our carts down the aisle to get in line. Her eyes quickly widened with recognition, and she smiled.“Mr. Philips. It's such a pleasure to s

EZRAI redid my tie for the third time and then growled at my own reflection in the mirror.Why the fuck was I doing this? Who was I even trying to impress? A young little girl and her mom that I was centuries older than?Why didn't I turn her down when I had the chance? It wasn't even as if I ate human food, for crying out loud. How was I going to pretend that I did? No way in the rule book did it say I was mandated to say yes to dinner with my student's mom.But I had given my word already and wasn't going to go back on it. I straightened the tie one more time and turned away from the mirror, making my way to my cabinet to grab a bottle of red wine. As the door closed behind me, the orange cat I had fed the previous day bounded towards me, as if he'd been waiting all day for me.I watched it stalk towards me and curl its body around my leg. I stepped away from the clingy cat and made my way to my car. The damn thing followed slowly behind.When I opened my car door, it tried to ent

EZRA As soon as Juliet walked out the door, I dropped the fork and leaned back, tired of pretending that I liked human food. “I knew it!” Jacqueline said as her sharp blue eyes met mine. “I knew you didn't like the meal. You just like to pretend around my mother.”“And you have a funny way of showing your mom that you appreciate all her hard work.”Anger clouded her features. “What do you mean?” “How are you preparing for the preliminary assessment on Monday?” She looked quickly away. “That's none of your business.”“That's a really dumb thing to say, Jacqueline. Your performance in my class is every bit my business. But your academics do not look like they mean serious business to you.”“My academics are fucking serious business to me.” She said, eyes glaring into mine. In two seconds, I was out of my chair and had her front pressed against the wall, my hands on her nape.I tilted my head until I met her eyes—wide with fear, and I got a strong sense of déjà vu. And then, the mem

JACQUELINEI didn't get out of bed the next morning. Not after last night. Not after what happened in my own living room, against my own wall—with my professor, Mr Philips.I had woken up feeling raw, restless, like my skin didn’t quite fit anymore. My alarm blared at eight, but I’d silenced it with a shaky hand and rolled onto my side, staring at the cracks on the wall instead. My heart beat fast and slow all at once, my body tense like it was waiting for something.Every time I blinked, I saw him—Mr. Philips. His gray eyes. His commanding voice. The weight of his hands on my hips. The low growl in his throat as he told me I needed to learn.When a knock sounded on my door, I struggled to get my head off my pillow. Good morning, honey. I heard my mom's voice. “Mom.” I muttered. “What time did you come back?She stepped fully into the room, looking tired as usual. “I got in just now. How did last night go?” She asked, and for some reason, I blushed a bright red at the question. “L

JACQUELINEHe was a man, this stranger I'd just ran straight into. He was dressed like every normal man, in a flannel shirt and faded jeans. His hair was brown and cut short, his eyes matched the colour of his hair—a dull brown. But murderers and rapists all looked normal, until they found a helpless woman to prey on. The moment our eyes met, I turned on my heel and bolted.I should’ve known something was off the second I heard that howl echoing through the trees like some paranormal shit. I’d driven here to find solace, but it'll seem all I'd found was trouble. Sweat slicked my palms and my heart threatened to rip through my chest. I got up and ran. “Wait!” a voice called out, low and urgent. “Stop!”Fear poured through me hotter than July. I stumbled, nearly tripped, and then found a clearing, a tiny patch of open sky where I’d parked. Relief slammed into me. I burst through the trees, skidded across the grass, and dove into my car.I slammed the door, locked it, and shoved the