All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 32: If Fear Has A VoiceIvy's POVI froze as Lucien’s eyes burned like gold fire, and every inch of me screamed to run.. but I couldn’t move. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I thought he would actually kill me right there in my living room.His shadow covered me completely, and I couldn’t even think. I could hear my own heartbeat.. fast, heavy, trembling. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. I just stood there, like a statue made of fear.He took another slow step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. His smile was wicked, slow, like he was enjoying my fear.My whole life flashed before me.. me and Maya laughing at the beach, my mom scolding me for staying out too late, the first time I met Damian. All those memories ran like flashes, one after the other. I didn’t even bother to fight back because deep down I knew.. I had no chance.He was a vampire. A real one. If I even tried to move, he could snap my neck before I blinked.Lucien stopped just a few in

Chapter 34:Damian’s POVThe air in the chamber reeked of silver, smoke and distrust. The circular table that should have symbolized balance now looked more like a battlefield: The council of wolves on one side, the coven elders on the other.Lucien D’Amato arrived late, of course. He had stepped through the iron doors as if he owned them, the hem of his black coat trailing across the rune-etched floor. He smiled, I frowned, he looked smug. Too smug.I watched as he spread his hands dramatically. “Oh, please, enlighten me. You all drag me from my evening drink, surround me with this gloomy crowd, and expect me to guess..?”Councilor Elektra inclined her head. “Baron D’Amato, you stand before this Council to answer for the creation of a newborn vampire found within Damian's territory. Do you accept responsibility?”Lucien placed a hand over his chest, fluttering his lashes, “My coven is disciplined, Councilor Elektra,” he drawled, running a hand down his suit. “I do not turn, just any

Chapter 36:Ivy’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It came streaking down my window in thin, endless lines, like the hpuse was shedding tears. I’d been staring at the same paragraph on my laptop for the better part of an hour, trying to finish the school essay they had given me last week, but my thoughts kept circling back to him.Damian Blackthorn. He had slept with me and then vanished, leaving a ache in my chest that refused to settle, no matter how much I drank ice water.Days had passed without a message, without a knock, without a sign. I had told myself I didn’t care, that it was just another bad decision but this time with a dangerously beautiful man. And even he could be forgotten with time.I'd tried to pretend that I didn’t care that he still hadn’t called. I didn't owe him my thoughts and he probably thought he didn't owe me basic decency. I had slept with an asshole. What was the big deal? Lots of girls did it all the time. But I went about my day with a gloomy f

Chapter 38:Ivy’s POV“You’re just going to leave?” The words slipped out before I could catch them.Damian paused halfway to the door, for a second, his hand hovered near the knob, and then it dropped to his side. The storm outside was still raging, lightning streaking through the sky in bright, white flashes.He turned back to me, warm flecks of brown dancing in his eyes, “If I stay, you won’t sleep.”“You sound awfully sure of that,” I said, trying for sarcasm, but my voice came out softer than I meant.He gave a tired smile, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”“It’s fine. You're right anyway, I probably wouldn’t be able to sleep.” I said, hating that he was right. When did I become so dependent on him?Something shifted in him, softened, but only slightly. “Then how about I stay,” He said, “Just until you fall asleep.” He added.I hesitated, wanting to tell him not to bother, that I didn’t need a supernatural babysitter hovering over me. But my throat betrayed me with silence. I just

Chapter 40:Lucien’s POVThe rain had finally stopped falling, leaving the city wet and gleaming under the light of the moon. From the balcony of his penthouse, he’d claimed as his temporary residence, Lucien watched humans as they walked, unaware of the predator standing above them.He preferred nights after storms. They made everything clean: streets, scents, tracks. You could almost believe the world had forgotten what came before.Almost.He lifted the glass of dark wine to his lips and spoke without turning. “Report.”Cobin’s voice came from behind him, quiet and respectful. “She's home. And as expected, we delivered the message to the human.”Lucien’s mouth curved. “And?”“She reacted exactly as you said she would, probably tried to rationalize it– typical foolish human response. Her pulse spiked and she checked her surroundings twice before settling down. Most noticeably, she didn't make a call to Damian.”“Good.” He swirled the wine in his glass, the crimson liquid sparkling r