All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JACQUELINE“I’ll be back soon,” I promised again, turning to Amy with a soft smile.She waved both her little hands dramatically, her voice high and sweet. “Okay, but don’t take forever, Jackie! Dante and I’ll be waiting. Pinky promise!”I had met Dante, the cutest dinosaur I’d ever seen. Even though Dante had long, fluttery lashes and the pinkest lips I’d ever seen on a green toy, Amy still maintained that Dante was male.I laughed and reached out, linking my pinky with hers. “Pinky promise.”Behind her, Blair stood near the porch, hugging herself like she wasn’t sure whether to say goodbye again or drag me back inside. I walked up to her, and our steps met halfway. Her hug came fast and tight, like she was trying to hold back the day from ending.“I missed Mrs. Winterthur’s class for the first time, and I’m not sure how to feel about that,” she said into my shoulder.I pulled back slightly. “You’re an A-student. One day of absence won’t give you an automatic F.”She chuckled, pullin

JACQUELINE"I think you're right, Mom. I can't keep it from her."Mom nodded. "If she finds out herself, it will be so much worse."Mom was right. She always had answers to all my questions and solutions to all my problems. Why didn't I think of coming to her sooner? Since Sammy decided to propose to my best friend on his birthday?Why didn't I confide in my mom about it? Why had I thought that closing up was the best thing? I might have been in college, but I just realized that I was always going to need my mom.She was right. Blair needed to know. She deserved the truth. She needed to know that I'd only been looking out for her little sister.I couldn't help but think about them... Amy’s small, bright smile. Mrs. Harper’s gentle one. Their warmth. The easy way they made me feel like I wasn’t just a guest, like I was part of something. And Blair herself. All her quirks, her humor, the fierce way she stood up for me.She had filled a space I hadn’t even realized was empty. I didn’t wa

JACQUELINEMy phone buzzed.I ignored it at first, too caught up in the warmth of my mom’s hand as she tucked a curl behind my ear. She had finally relaxed, really relaxed around me, and I could feel something repairing itself between us in real time, thread by thread.Then it buzzed again. Sharp. Urgent.I frowned and reached for it. The moment I saw the name on the screen, a jolt went through me like a wire had been jammed into my spine.Mr. Philips: Bring yourself to school. Now.I stared at the message, rereading it like it would change. It didn’t. He hadn’t even added a “please.” Just that clipped command, the same one he’d used in the hallway when he’d shoved me up against the wall and spanked me like—Oh God.My thighs squeezed together before I could stop them. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image was already there. His hand against my ass. The heat of it. The sharp sting, the rush of air against my neck, and the way he had asked whether I knew why he was punishing me. 'I w

EZRA I parked on Sycamore Drive as twilight bled into night. The house looked ordinary, a two-story with a tidy lawn and a single dim light in the window. But I could smell it the moment I stepped out of the car: that acrid, coppery tang mixed with something chemical, copper turned poisonous. It snagged my wolf; the dormant part of me coiled, alert, alive.I should have been asleep. My bed had felt too soft, too human. Instead, I found myself here. I knelt, drawing in the smell. The scent of stale blood, drained long ago, lingering like a ghost. And beneath it… hers. Beatrice’s scent wove through it. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. This was where she lived.I had written down her address a few days ago, after going through her posts on social media. I approached the front door. And for a moment I wondered whether to knock. This didn't look like a house that only Beatrice occupied. It looked like a family house of some sort. The building was a bungalow with several w

JACQUELINE The sun had already begun its slow descent when I got home. I stepped out of Chirpy and gave her a soft part before making my way to the door. Inside, I stepped out of my shoes and set my bag by the door, grateful to be inside and alone. For a few seconds, I just stood there, staring at the golden light that reflected off of the curtains and thinking about Mr. Phillip's interaction. Had he really called me to school to tell me he was going to email the day's note to me? Had that been an excuse for him to see me? I shut my eyes and leaned my head against the wall as I recalled the way his fingers had skirted through my hair and the gentle way he had caressed my jaw. I hadn't wanted him to stop. And more than anything, I'd wanted to know what happened on the night that my ex-boyfriend engaged my ex-best friend. I had wanted to know what had gone down in that hotel room.He had casually mentioned that he'd seen me naked. What did I really do? Had I tried to seduce him? Wa