All Chapters of HUMAN MATE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

There were many stars in the sky. giving a surreal radiance on the pack grounds. Amelia stood on the balcony of her room and traced with her fingertips the outline of the crescent moon mark on her chest, a continual reminder of the Rite of Unity that she and Bruce had undertaken. Her heart continued to race despite the quiet nighttime atmosphere. Behind her, she heard the door slowly click open. She recognized that it was Bruce immediately; a familiar shudder went down her spine. His deep voice rumbled "Amelia," surprisingly close to what she had expected. "We must have a conversation." Amelia turned to face him, her gaze menacing. She spotted Bruce, his muscular frame silhouetted against the moonlight, and her heart raced. She forced a neutral expression on her face, telling herself to keep her heart safe as she had promised and that this arrangement was just temporary. "What is it, Bruce?" she asked, her voice sounding confident. Bruce moved forward and looked directly into her

Throughout the meeting, she was acutely aware of Bruce's presence beside her. His hand would occasionally brush against hers under the table, or he would shoot her a proud smile when she made a particularly good point. These small gestures of affection and support meant the world to her.As the meeting drew to a close, Elder Thorne addressed them both. "Alpha, Luna, if I may speak freely?"Bruce nodded, his expression curious. "Of course, Elder. What's on your mind?"The old werewolf's eyes twinkled as he looked between them. "I just wanted to say how pleased we all are to see the two of you so... in harmony. Your bond has brought a new energy to the pack, a sense of hope and progress that we haven't seen in many years."Amelia felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the praise. Bruce squeezed her hand gently, a small smile playing on his lips."Thank you, Elder Thorne," Bruce replied. "Amelia has indeed brought many positive changes to our pack. We are fortunate to have her as our Luna."

Chapter 16 Elijah was bent over his desk, deep in the pack's archives, his face lit softly by the computer screen. Aside from the old machine's soft hum and the sporadic rustle of paper as he compared digital records with old books, the room was silent.He had told Bruce the truth about Amelia's Hybrid’s ancestry three days prior. Three days of secret research, moments snatched in between his Beta responsibilities, and restless nights full of unanswered questions and growing fear.Elijah looked at the clock and rubbed his tired eyes. 2:17 A.M. He ought to have gone to bed hours ago, but he continued because he had questions. They were still missing so many pieces of the puzzle and did not know so much.Returning his attention to the screen, he slid through a database containing genealogies of packs. He was looking through a file that contained the history of the Oregon hybrid clan that Amelia's parents had been a part of. The clan was small, reclusive, and fiercely protective of thei

The pack lands were shrouded in an ethereal glow as the full moon hovered low in the sky. Bruce was standing on the balcony of his private apartment, peering off into the distance at the tree line, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The last week's disclosures affected him severely, affecting his image of his partner and their relationship. Amelia was a hybrid. Every time he thought about it, the idea still gave him a shock. A Wolf and a Vampire that is unaware of her true identity. Despite the seeming absurdity, Elijah's discoveries were indisputable. Bruce closed his eyes and let his mind travel to the first time he would meet Amelia, feeling the cool night air caress his skin. Her strength, her compassion, and her unflinching gaze that seemed to see right through his carefully built defenses had struck him right immediately. However, there was one additional aspect, that he was unable to fully identify at that moment. A link. An unexplainable attraction that overcame his initial

Bruce sprinted through the forest ferociously and in his powerful shape of a wolf he seemed more like a machine, unmoved by the thickets surrounding trees and shrubs, and the environment around him was only green and brown. The man’s nose extended in an attempt to identify the scent of the intruder he would have noticed at the edges of the pack territory. The odor was utterly unfamiliar to him; it was even more intense than semen, being earthy, mossy, like the forest that had grown around the cabin, and something, that appeared to irritate the beast within and cause the hair on the back of the neck to stand up. It was cunning and appeared to be toying with him by the wind, might be powerful one minute and weak the next. Bruce tried as hard as he could and encouraged himself to go deep into the jungle where there was no feeling of the ground beneath his paws. This young man was left in the pack house, simply being advised to remain continually in Amelia’s company and to ensure her sa