All Chapters of The Alpha King's Human Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

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