All Chapters of HUMAN MATE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Bruce had thick drapes that he normally opened in the morning; unfortunately, the rays simply lighted the wooden floor across the room. Bruce placed his hands on the table with his fingers interlocked and a scowl on his face when deep in concentration. The man had gotten the sensation that there was something odd in his pack and that is why he had arranged to see Ema this early in the morning. He was determined to identify the root of the quarrel that seemed to build during the last few weeks. Across the table Ema sat, her spine straight, her gaze gleaming with curiosity and barely veiled stubbornness. She was waiting for such a moment and had planned it well; she was ready to launch her approach. Ema began by tendering an apology, “Thank you for getting this meeting so early, Alpha,” she said this with no shakiness in her voice while inside she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her abdomen. No, I wanted to address certain points that I had at the present I will take you

A few months earlier, Amelia finally accepted the fact that the little home in the woods had served as both her sanctuary and her prison. She seemed to be weighed down by the weight of time, unable to do anything except sit at the window and watch the raindrops land on the glass. An entire year. The man she loved, her house, and her pack were all forcibly taken from her for a whole year.Instead of a pulsating bond, Amelia felt a throbbing agony as her fingers apathetically ran over the skin surrounding her mate mark. The sensation of Bruce's arms around her, his laughing, and the things she would receive with the pack were all things she attempted to recollect.The memories were fading away day by day, much like carelessly left photos in the sun.A phrase that Amelia would repeat to herself repeatedly throughout the months: "He will come for me." "Elijah assured me that this is temporary. We are strategizing. I simply have to be patient. ” But, as soon as she uttered it,

Amelia was crouching beneath the log, her ears listening to the calm of the woodland and the air. For the previous two weeks that she had been on the run, she was battling to remain alive after leaving her cabin. Her hair was knotted, her clothes dusty and torn, and at best though her eyes were sunken as if she had no sleep at all. It's entirely probable that she appeared to be all worn out, yet strangely, her eyes reflected the fire in her. It was impossible to even try to count how many times she would beat them off, the werewolves combined with vampires appeared to be hunting her mercilessly. Elijah thinking she had somehow been discovered was already proven true, and with an extra twist of her oddly comfy kidnappers. It appeared to her that every unearthly being within a hundred miles was in the chase following her. Regaining her voice, she remembered the last two weeks Amelia。 She had been moving ceaselessly for days; she rarely sat or laid down for more t

Amelia gradually returns to awareness with the support of Elijah - it is as if the consciousness was gradually getting back to the body as the tide to the shore. Pain was the first which she became aware of; it was a deep, pulsing pain, as though it was stretching from head to toe. Then the feelings began to hit her: The sound could be heard to be that of a beeping which she came to conclusion to be medical devices, the feel of the bedsheets, she was on, and a hospital-like fragrance. It was difficult for Amelia to pry her eyes open and she had to rub them against the faint light in the room. She gently blinked her eyes and saw herself standing in a modest room with She did not have much furnishings in it. By the sides of the bed, some live monitors looked like security guards formed of light in the dark. Amelia felt something and acknowledged the stiffness at the back of her neck and she leaned a tiny bit to the side. Elijah sat, reclining back in a chair at her beds

The gentle sounds of footfall were awkward and heavy; Elijah raced through the pack house toward Bruce’s study. The Beta had heavy bags under his eyes and appeared fatigued but there was a light of optimism in his eyes that was long forgotten. He came to a halt before the pretty solid-looking oak door and had to pause for a few moments before he banged sharply on it. As exhausted as Elijah sounded Bruce’s voice reverberating from within felt like issuing the words out. "Enter. " The instant Elijah came to the room Bruce seemed to be the main point of concentration in complaint. The Alpha seemed to be somewhat scruffy, his sharp image and muscles dropping down. His eyelids were puffy, and the stubble on his jaw made one want to extrapolate that he rarely had sound sleep. Still leaning on the ledge, his face locked in the cold mask of a man who is lost in thought, He watched the pack land outside. Said in a whisper, “Bruce,” the door closed, and Elijah groaned. This i