All Chapters of HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"It's okay, I will go and meet him," I finally responded without any other option. My voice was quiet, trembling, but it was enough.He was right. I honestly needed the money, and he already knew why I badly needed it. The medical bills were piling higher than I could breathe, and no amount of double rehearsals or extra shows could cover them. I had no choice but to let him sell me, because what else was I supposed to do, let my relative die?“Fine,” the director said, leaning back in his chair, smug and satisfied. “Then go get yourself ready. Tonight will change everything for you.”I forced myself to stand, then made my way to the door. I didn’t dare look back at him. I walked out of his office, every step feeling heavier, like I was dragging chains. Luckily, the hallway was dark and quiet. By the time I reached the dressing room, the other dancers were already gone.I dropped onto the wooden bench and bent forward to untie my pointe shoes. My toes throbbed, still raw and blistered

I tried to pull back, even slightly, but his grip didn’t loosen. His hands, firm and unyielding, anchored me to him as if I were already his possession. My pulse thundered, a chaotic mix of fear, arousal, and disbelief. I couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t breathe normally, the room, the night, everything contracted around the heat of him.“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot, intoxicating.The words should have been a relief, a chance to reclaim some control. But instead, it made my stomach twist further. How could I resist when part of me was already caught in the whirlwind of him, his dominance, the danger, the raw, undeniable pull?And secondly I really need the money.“I… I—” My voice faltered. I didn’t even finish the thought.He chuckled, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through me. “Shh… no need to fight me, Elena. Not tonight.” His hands roamed with a possessive confidence, and I realized, with a shiver that ran straight through me, that

ANDREY’S POVThe following morning, I knew she was gone the moment I opened my eyes. The sheets beside me were cold, the imprint of her body already faded. A sharp pang of disappointment cut through me, deeper than I wanted to admit. For the first time in years, I reached across the bed, expecting the warmth of a woman beside me, and found nothing.Elena had vanished like smoke, leaving no trace behind. No note. No scent. No strand of her golden hair on my pillow. The only evidence that she had ever been here at all was the ache in my body and the vivid memory of her beneath me. My cock still throbbed with the need for her, my hands itched to touch her again, and my mouth still burned for the taste of her skin.I had slept with plenty of humans before. Many craved me, clung to me, begged for more, and never left. Most didn’t know I was a werewolf, an Alpha King, bound to a family that held dominance and bloodlines above all else. Only my family knew the truth. I totally have no interes

ANDREY'S POVI’ve never been patient. Alphas aren’t bred for it. When I want something, I take it and when I want someone… the rules are the same.But it was different in the human world. Yes I am an Alpha but in the human world I have to follow the rules, so claiming Elena forcefully was hard.Yet, every part of me wanted her again.It was so offer two weeks without seeing her but my wolf still stirred at the memory. Harriet was a poor substitute. Having her on her knees in my room when the ache for Elena burned too strong had lost its novelty. The girl was clingy, trying too hard to hold onto the scraps I threw her way. I should have dismissed her already, but dismissing her because I couldn’t keep my cock out of her mouth would be sloppy. Alphas didn’t make sloppy moves. Still, every time her lips wrapped around me, my mind betrayed me, supplying memories of Elena’s gasp, her taste, the way her body had fit so perfectly against mine.By midday, I couldn’t focus on the pack duties

**ELENA'S POV** The lights in the studio were blinding, and the music thumped so loudly I could feel it in my bones. Despite the ache in my limbs, I kept moving, flying across the floor as I rehearsed for the show tonight. Repeatedly, I ensured that my body was primed and ready to perform. This show was incredibly important to the New York City Ballet, and I wasn't going to be the reason it failed. The music rose, and my dance partner lifted me into the air. Ricky was Prince Siegfried in the performance, and we spent hours together every day practicing until we moved as one, a single body in motion. And even though it had been two weeks, when Ricky touched me, it was someone else's hands I imagined on my skin. His grip on my hips reminded me of Andrey, strong, commanding, urgent. I remembered his fingers pressing into me as he took me with a force that made me stir, that left me trembling and aching for him in ways I didn’t fully understand. Ricky grabbed my hand and twirled