บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Human Mate : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

EZRAI sat up the next morning with a groan, memories of that fight with Beatrice returning. Every rib protested against my forced movements. My body was healing, but it was slow. Slower than I was used to. The scratches on my side still burned with that unnatural coldness. Her claws had left more than just wounds. They had left a question.Who the hell had made her? When she had shifted, I had known in that instant that something was wrong. When I closed my eyes, I could still see the red of hers.That wasn’t Beatrice. Not anymore. Not in the way that mattered.And yet, I'd let her escape. I had her pinned. Bruised and bleeding beneath me. I had her jaw in my grip, my knee pressed to her chest. All I had to do was finish it. Snap her neck. Bury the threat. Uphold the law.But I didn’t.She had whimpered, not as the beast, but as a girl. A flicker of her humanity had broken through the monstrous haze, and something in me had... faltered.It was happening again. First Jacqueline. No

JACQUELINE The smell of tomato stew simmering on the stove filled the kitchen, a small comfort in a world that felt like it had turned upside down. I stirred the pot absently, barely registering the motion. The day had been long, and my mind still felt like it was wading through molasses. My body was home, but my head was everywhere else. My mind was on the things Nina had said, the hateful messages online, the look in Mr. Philips’ eyes when he’d held me in the parking lot.And then at yesterday's class, when I had told him about Blair’s sister, he'd shown zero empathy. For a moment, when he had held me at the parking lot, I had thought that his stoicism was merely an armor, that beneath that coldness was a heart. But his words yesterday had shown that there wasn't. He was unfeeling. Unkind and cruel. And I was going to do everything I could to help Blair. I would never wait until I graduate college to try to help people. My phone buzzed on the counter.I wiped my hand on a kitchen

JACQUELINEBlair guided me gently to the couch, her hand warm on the small of my back. I didn’t say anything as I dropped onto the cushions, feeling them sigh beneath me. She sat beside me in silence. Not crowding me, just… there. And that, somehow, made the ache in my chest a little more bearable.But it didn’t stop my thoughts from spiraling.One photo. One single picture, if Sammy had really taken it… that was all it would take to destroy everything. My life. Mr. Philips’s career. My already fractured name. All of it would shatter like thin glass under a hammer.I’d never imagined it like this.College had always been the start of something beautiful in my mind. I used to think it'd be the place where I'd meet my love partner, the person I would spend the rest of my life with. And everything had been going exactly as planned, until the night of Sammy's birthday party.. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.Blair turned to me, her brows pulled together. “What for?”“You shouldn’t have had

EZRAI hadn’t expected her to hug me.Jacqueline had just wrapped her arms around me, and I'd stood there, unsure of what to do with my hands, until the urge to hold her spread through me. Her warmth and gratitude had caught me off guard. It stirred something I didn’t know was still alive inside me. Something dangerous. Something soft.I had told myself it meant nothing. That she was just grateful. But the way she had looked up at me… The way I almost leaned in—Damn it.That should never have happened.I shoved the thought away and turned back to my desk. Papers sat in a messy pile, half-marked. Their words blurred together. I didn’t care. They were just tasks. Noise.But I needed quiet.My head was too loud.I opened my laptop instead. Beatrice’s name. That was where my focus belonged. Not on the student who smelled like sunlight and jasmine.I typed her full name into the search bar. Pictures popped up. Smiling ones. Ones where she looked like a normal girl, not like the creature

JACQUELINEBlair and I arrived at the hospital, and I fought the urge to sneeze as the smell of antiseptic hit me.Blair gave a small wave to the woman at the front desk, who waved back with a tired smile, then turned back to her screen.“This way,” Blair said softly. I followed her through the hallway. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, and the floor tiles squeaked faintly beneath our sneakers. I felt a weird sense of quiet calm there, which was strange considering the past twenty-four hours had felt like I’d been shoved inside a blender set on high.We stopped in front of a room with partially drawn curtains. I could hear soft voices from inside.Blair knocked gently and pushed the door open, and we both stepped in. The room was painted yellow with little cute flowers and birds drawn on the walls, as if to make the patient’s stay there more exciting.Her sister was propped up on the hospital bed, talking to a woman who was sitting on a chair by her side.That had to be Blair’s