Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Human Mate : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

JACQUELINEI could still feel the tremor. The last of it rippling through me long after he’d hung up the phone. Long after his voice had turned calm again.I had never heard anyone speak like that. Not a threat laced with panic or cruelty. His voice had been still, firm, and final. Like he didn’t just mean what he said to Samuel but had already seen himself doing it. Like it wouldn’t trouble him in the slightest to carry it out.I had no doubt he meant every word.It terrified me. But that wasn’t the only thing it did.Something about the certainty in his voice, the ease with which he claimed violence, left a heat crawling along my skin. A sharp reminder that Mr. Philips was not like anyone else I knew. Not even close. There was a reason students feared him. There was a reason I had once feared him too.Because there was something untouchable about him. Something that made you feel like he saw right through you. That if you stepped the wrong way, he could break you apart with nothing

JACQUELINEI gasped, tilting my head to the side, giving him more of my neck, and he pressed his mouth there again, lingering. And then I felt his teeth graze the delicate flesh, and I almost came undone.Suddenly, Mr Philips stopped again.I shut my eyes and fought the urge to scream."What?" I asked, breathless. "Haven’t I made it clear enough that I want this as much as you do?"He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes unreadable but burning. "You have made it pretty clear," he said quietly. "But I won’t allow our first time to happen by the window."My breath caught in my throat."We need a bed for this."And just like that, he bent down, lifted me into his arms, and held me in a bridal carry. His strength was effortless, his touch steady and sure. My skin tingled in excitement. He didn’t stop because he was having second thoughts. He had stopped because he wanted this to be right. He wanted it to be perfect.I wouldn’t have minded doing it by the window. But the fact that he w

EZRAThe look on her face... God, the look on her face. It undid me.She sat there, curled into herself, the bedsheet clutched to her chest like a lifeline. Her eyes were wide, wet with the threat of tears, and her lips parted like she was still waiting for an answer I hadn’t given. “Jacqueline.” My voice was rough. I hated how far away it sounded. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”She blinked and looked up at me, her brows drawn, her lips pressed tightly like she was holding back the kind of pain you didn’t want anyone to see.I crossed the space between us before I could think twice.The bed dipped under my weight as I sank down beside her. My arms found her before my mind could catch up. I wrapped her in them, pressed her into me, and let her bury her face into the line of my neck.She let out a breath that shook, and then another. And then her hands came up and gripped the back of my shirt like she thought I might disappear if she didn’t hold me tight enough.“I’m sorry,” she whisp

EZRAJacqueline lay against the pillows with her cheek turned toward me, her hair curled around her throat like silk spun from dusk. I had never seen anything so holy.I lay there for minutes, maybe longer, watching the rise and fall of her bare back. The little human was imperfectly perfect in a way that threatened that she could become an addiction.And as I continued to watch her, drinking in her calming presence, something stirred in my chest. Heat, weight, need.Not lust. Not this time.This was deeper. Fiercer. It pressed under my ribs like a brand.I did not have a name for it at first. But I knew what it felt like. A tether. A thread that ran from my sternum straight to her skin, buried somewhere I could not reach. It vibrated faintly as she moved in her sleep, pulling at me with the subtlety of gravity.The bond.It was forming.I drew a breath and felt the edges of it wrap around me, invisible but real. I had only ever felt the beginning of this once before, lifetimes ago. W

EZRA’S POVThe house was silent when I stepped in, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator down the hall.I shut the door behind me, careful with the lock, but even the click sounded loud to my ears.I rolled my shoulder once, tension pulling tight down my spine. The hallway stretched toward the room where I left her.Jacqueline.When I pushed open the door, the light from the hallway spilled across the bed.She was still there. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. For a moment, I’d thought that I’d come home to find her gone.But she was still here, still asleep, curled beneath the covers, her body half-hidden in cotton sheets. Her hair was a dark tumble across the pillow, her skin pale against the linen.Jacqueline was beautiful. There was something about her fragile human skin that beckoned to me. The fact that she was breakable yet so beautiful tugged at something in my heart that made me swallow.I stepped toward the bed, fully intending to remove my clothes and act