All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51:Damian’s POVThe evening bled into night before I even realized the sun had gone down. The packhouse glowed under the faint orange light spilling through the tall windows, and the quiet hum of movement outside told me the night patrols had already started.I should have gone straight to my office after leaving Ivy, but I didn't. Instead, I found myself walking the perimeter, listening to the sounds of my people moving through the forest, marking boundaries, ensuring order. Anything to quiet the storm in my head.When I finally entered the west wing, the air felt heavier… thicker, filled with the scent of rain-soaked pine and the faint musk of wolves returning from patrol. My office door stood half open, light spilling into the corridor. I wasn’t surprised to find Jason inside, waiting.He was leaning against the edge of my desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp, expression unreadable. Beta, enforcer, the man I trusted more than anyone, and the one person who wasn’t afraid to call

Chapter 53:Ivy’s POV“Pancakes,” Maren said flatly.He grunted. “I told you–”“...that you don’t like sweet things,” Maren interrupted, flipping another pancake with an almost surgical precision. “It's a good thing that they’re not for you then.”His mouth curved faintly, that mix of amusement and irritation only Maren seemed capable of provoking.Damian stepped farther into the kitchen, pausing beside the counter. “I thought you swore you’d never make them again after Jason burned half a batch.”Maren gave him a look that could have flattened mountains. “That was Jason. I don’t make his mistakes.”Elsa grinned behind her teacup. “He still insists it wasn’t his fault. Something about faulty batter consistency.”“That’s because he can’t admit he left the griddle on high,” Maren replied.I looked down quickly, hiding a smile, because honestly? Watching them interact was fascinating. Damian– big, bad, dangerous, Damian, reduced to trading dry one-liners with a woman who clearly didn’t c

Chapter 55:Ivy’s POVWe were halfway up the path when I felt it.It wasn’t much, just a faint charge in the air, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. The forest seemed to go quieter all at once, like even the birds and little critters seemed to know there was a bigger predator in the area.Elsa must’ve felt it too because her laughter cut off mid-sentence. She turned, eyes scanning the trees. “Oh, hell.”“What?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.But before she could answer, he appeared.Damian stepped out from between the trees like a shadow made flesh, fast, silent, and very furious. His eyes burned molten gold, jaw tight enough to crack bone. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. The look alone was enough to make even the toughest man quake.Elsa winced beside me. “Okay, technically, this is not my fault.”He didn’t even glance at her. His gaze was fixed on me. “You were told to stay on the property.”I swallowed hard. “I was on the property.”He started walking

Chapter 58:Ivy’s POVThe house had never felt so big… or so quiet. Every laugh, every clatter of dishes, every sound from earlier had faded into stillness. It was the kind of silence that made your thoughts seem louder.By the time night settled over the forest, I’d replayed the ambush about a hundred times in my head. Every sound from outside made me flinch. Every creak of the wood reminded me of claws scraping dirt.I tried reading. Showering. Even pacing my room. Nothing worked. The unease had sunk too deep, humming under my skin like static. Finally, when the clock struck past midnight, I gave up pretending I could sleep. My room felt too big, too empty, and my thoughts too heavy.I needed to find him. To see him.Before I could overthink it, I slipped out of my room and padded down the hallway, my footsteps thudding quietly against the floorboards. The floor was cool beneath my feet, and the only light was coming from the lanterns flickering along the walls. The whole house was

Chapter 59:He disappeared into his room while I dashed back to mine. I threw together the essentials—pajamas, a toothbrush, and a bottle of lotion I definitely didn’t need—and tried not to think about what I was doing. My hands shook the whole time, and I had to stop twice to tell myself to breathe.When I returned, he was already waiting by the door, dressed in gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt that did nothing to hide the way his shoulders stretched the fabric. His hair was damp from a shower and he looked positively delicious, that I found it hard not to stare. He stepped aside, letting me in without a word.The room was dim, lit by the faint orange glow of the fire in the hearth. The bed was massive, like him, taking up most of the space, and the scent of pine and cedar was even stronger here.“Nice room,” I said, pretending nonchalance. “Very… moody."He smiled faintly. “Did you expect pink walls?”“I was hoping for at least one motivational poster."He chuckled quietly. “I’m