All Chapters of Too Human To Be His: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Well, well… if it isn’t the mighty Alpha himself,” the brunette drawled sarcastically, stepping aside to let me into her home. For the past few years, she and her partner had lived in our pack’s settlement, offering their help to both wolves and humans alike. “Cut the sarcasm,” I growled at her. She only chuckled in response. “Is your husband home?” I asked, ignoring the rising tension in my voice. “Nope. Out on training exercises.” I had long since realized that threats didn’t work on these oracles. They feared next to nothing—just like their predecessor. You could growl, snarl, even bare your teeth… it was pointless. And, frankly, dangerous. Because beneath all their mystical knowledge and cryptic insight, these two were powerful warriors. Both together and alone. And you’d be a fool to forget it. Suddenly, the oracle’s eyes locked onto mine, her gaze sharp and lingering longer than necessary. A sly squint followed, and then— “You found her!” she announced with a knowing sm

After class, my sister and I headed home together, stopping by the store on the way. The pre-holiday atmosphere in the air felt almost tangible—there was the scent of tangerines, pine trees, frost, and cinnamon gingerbread everywhere. The windows were painted with festive scenes, decorations were up on every corner, and the freshly fallen snow made it all feel like a postcard come to life. "Alina, hey..." Tanya started hesitantly, her voice soft. "Maybe this year... we could get a Christmas tree?" Ever since our parents passed, we hadn’t really celebrated the holidays. Everything about them had lost its warmth. They used to mean comfort and family gatherings—but now, the holidays only served as a painful reminder of what we’d lost. It was like the season itself was pointing a finger at our grief. It’s just the two of us now. And maybe... maybe I forget sometimes that Tanya’s still a child. Her childhood is slipping by too quickly, and she needs the magic of the holidays—needs it mo

After changing into my washed and patched-up uniform, I began cleaning from the first floor. I hoped that by the time I reached the second floor, His Royal Alpha Highness would have left for some oh-so-important business. But of course, no such luck. The moment I started tidying the living room, that infuriating werewolf decided to settle right there with his laptop, occasionally growling to himself. What, is his office not good enough anymore? But what could I say? It’s his house. His territory, his rules. Trying my best not to draw attention or breathe too loudly, I quietly cleaned the living room and then headed upstairs to start on the bedrooms. All the while, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that someone was silently watching me. More than once, I thought I heard a low growl behind me, but every time I turned, no one was there. My neck... and worse—my butt—were practically burning. Something was seriously off. Once I was done with the second floor, I moved to the kitchen,

But that’s a plan for later. Right now, my legs are carrying me toward the kitchen—drawn there by the addictive scent of her. And once again, seeing her standing by the stove sparks something primal in me. Something dangerously domestic.It’s pathetic.Once a fearsome beast, now reduced to some tame pup, desperate for a crumb of attention from his mate. Disgusting! I can hardly stand myself.“Make me breakfast,” I ordered. A simple enough request for a housemaid. But no—of course she had to argue.“I’m a maid, not a cook. Cooking isn’t in my contract.”Every muscle in my body tightened at her bold, defiant tone. Not a flicker of fear. My wolf admired her. I wanted to strangle her—or kiss her senseless. Did she seriously think we were equals?I snapped. I closed the distance between us in one step, caging her against the counter. Her scent... her heat... it unravels everything. That smooth neck, the vein pulsing just beneath the skin—so inviting.I want to touch her. I need to.I cover

Because the truth is… I really do give my all to these kids. Sometimes I feel more like a therapist than a teacher—trying to reach even the most closed-off little hearts and help them shine. I care. And for him to look at me like that—as if I was some kind of joke—made something deep inside twist painfully. The uplifting mood and spark of enthusiasm vanished in an instant—blown away like dust in the wind—the moment I caught that condescending arrogance in the Alpha’s eyes. No matter what I do, I’ll always be nothing more than a foolish, messed-up maid in his eyes. A mistake. Someone he slept with once. Oh wait—no… not even that. I'm "A fly-in", as he said then. “Let us proceed to the assembly hall,” Vladimir Nikitovich announced with a broad smile. “Under the guidance of Alina Olegovna, our talented children have prepared a short performance and presentation for your enjoyment.” While the director escorted the highly esteemed guests to their seats, I slipped away backst