All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42:Ivy’s POV“Of course.” The words came out flatter than I intended, but the alternative was letting him see how my stomach twisted.I turned away before he could read my expression and walked farther into the apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows cast the whole place in pale, watery light, reflecting off polished marble counters and expensive furniture that looked like it belonged in a magazine shoot, not a broke person's life.Damian dropped my bag on the couch. “I'll have your things be delivered as soon as possible. But in the meantime, if you need something, you call me.”I walked round, taking it all in. The new apartment wasn't like my old one. There was no leaky faucet, no humming fridge, no neighbors arguing through thin walls. It was just quiet. “Do you like it?” Damian asked from behind me.“This place feels like a showroom,” I muttered. “Do people actually live here, or do they just stand around and admire the decor?”Behind me, Damian’s voice was a bit too ev

Chapter 44:Ivy’s POVThe drive out of the city felt like it would go on forever. The glow of streetlights faded behind us until all that was left were trees and shadows. Damian didn’t speak once. His hands stayed tight on the wheel, the muscles in his forearms rigid, knuckles pale under the soft glow of the dashboard. Every so often, his eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror, scanning the empty road like he expected it to come alive and swallow us whole.I’d asked where we were going three times, and each time he replied with, “You’ll see.”By the fourth time, I stopped trying. He'd made it clear he wouldn’t tell me.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, still clutching my bag like a shield. The city lights streamed past in broken lights, scattering across the windows. Each one reflected his face: hard, unreadable, and frighteningly calm.I tried to count the seconds between streetlights just to stay grounded. It didn’t work.Finally, I said, “You’re driving like someone’s following u

Chapter 46:Ivy’s POVMorning came slowly, the sunlight bleeding through the linen curtains in soft streaks of gold. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The scent of pine and smoke clung to the air instead of city exhaust, and when I sat up, the weight of the silence pressed against my chest.Right. The packhouse. Damian’s home.I exhaled, sitting up slowly and dragged a hand through my hair. The room looked too perfect, the bed too perfect, the sheets too straightened. Nothing seemed out of place, not even the blanket I’d kicked off sometime in the night. It felt like living inside a museum exhibit labeled ‘The Alpha’s Human Mate, Do Not Touch.’A hot shower did little to fix the knot in my stomach. So I just braided my hair back and dressed up in the clothes that had been laid out for me folded neatly on a chair: jeans, a soft black sweater, and boots that were exactly my size. Probably by the steel-eyed woman.My phone was on the nightstand, no messages from Damian, of course.

Chapter 48:“Welcome to pack politics,” she said dryly. “Everyone’s terrified of upsetting the Alpha, especially when he’s being all broody and protective. He gets that from—” she stopped again, then smiled quickly. “From being him, I suppose.”I took a sip of the tea, it was spiced, warm and soothing in a way I didn’t expect. “So it’s not just me then? He’s universally frustrating?”“Painfully so,” she answered. “Do you know how many times he’s canceled meetings because he thought he ‘felt something off in the air’? He once made half the pack redo the entire perimeter wall because a wolf reported a strange scent that turned out to be a skunk.”I burst out laughing, nearly choking on my tea. “No way.”“True story,” she said, smirking. “You should’ve seen his face when he realized. Didn’t even apologize. Just said, ‘Good training exercise.’”“Oh my god.” I covered my mouth, giggling. “He’s so dramatic!”“Oh, absolutely. But don’t tell anyone I said that.”“Your secret’s safe,” I said,

Chapter 50:Ivy’s POVIf there was an award for the worst timing in the world, I’d win it.The moment Damian said, “We’re going to have a chat. Just you and me,” my brain decided to short-circuit. Chat? With ‘that’ tone? Oh no, no, no. Nothing good ever followed that tone.His sister, ‘his sister!’ was still standing there, sipping her tea– I didn’t even know where she’d gotten it, like this was a comedy show. “Good luck,” she murmured, sounding entirely too amused.I wanted to glare at her, but I was too busy trying not to spontaneously combust. “So… you're not just the devil's only child?*” I blurted, turning to Damian. “You could’ve mentioned that before I started complaining about you to her.”He didn’t even blink. “You seemed comfortable enough.”“That’s not the point!” I snapped, my face heating. “I was venting! There should be a warning label when family members are involved.”“She doesn’t need one,” his sister chimed in. “I thoroughly enjoyed the complaints. Refreshing, really