All Chapters of HUMAN MATE OF THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"You are the link between the three realms." Elijah whispered. It was werewolf power and instinct combined with mage brains and magic. With the proper owner, you could arrange a ceasefire between our people. In the wrong hands."I could start a war," Amelia admitted gently.This knowledge dragged her down like a heavy robe on her shoulders and chest. She had felt out of place her entire life. Now she understood why. However, comprehension does not lessen the pressure of the weight that can sometimes fall upon one's lot.When she had exhausted all of the inquiries about the images, she asked, "So what do we do now?" Others are more violent and frightening, asking, "How do we stop these people from coming after me?"Sarah moved closer and assumed a more official expression. 'We wage war; we continually defend, strategize, form alliances, and assist you until you are ready to meet them on your soil'.Elijah nodded in accord. 'Sarah is correct,' he added. 'Running and hiding is not an o

Ema's thoughts were already spiraling as she walked through the house's rooms. Despite how humanitarian-like this made them feel, she couldn't help but think about Amelia's mother, Rosa—a weakness they may have. Could it be that Elijah, the young man evidently in love with Amelia, is susceptible to deception? Next, we met Amelia's new companions, the seemingly innocent folks she had managed to collect around herself in Seattle. It remains an intriguing mystery as to who and how will seek vengeance on Amelia; it is similar to target practice in that the options are limitless, and each time, she will suffer. But it wasn't just about inflicting agony; Ema had to remind herself of this frequently. No, this was about far more than retribution, and she intended to show it. In terms of making Amelia grasp the genuine consequences of her acts, of concealing who and what she truly was, of evading the true image of her responsibilities. Ema maintained that she would be doing Amelia a fa

They continued to strategize until a knock at the door interrupted their talk. Max, one of Bruce's most faithful pack members, entered looking serious. "I apologize for interrupting you so abruptly, Alpha," he continued, "but we may be facing a minor issue." We have intelligence inputs indicating that Ema has been actively moving around and has met with some... unsavory individuals." Bruce and Elijah exchanged frowns before asking, 'What if it isn't as others believe?' Ema had been unpredictable since the time she attempted to grab Amelia. If she had a hidden agenda, it could ruin all of their plans and strategies. "That's the spirit," Bruce replied, almost laughing aloud. "Thank you, Max." "Watch her closely, and I want to know everything this woman does." When Max went, Elijah sat rather slack on his chair. "This complicates matters," he remarked, raking a hand through his hair. "Ema knows too much about us and Amelia. If she's collaborating with our adversaries..." 'We will d

The conflict continued on the training field, with animals, claws, and energy blasts clashing with one another. Amelia got puzzled about what was going on, looking like a haze from the rush of adrenaline and terror. She watched Bruce and Elijah fight, and despite her best efforts to remain calm, she was fascinated by their prowess and strength. But for every assailant they eliminated, two more appeared to emerge from the woodwork. Even though it is difficult to believe, Ema's numerical advantage was overwhelming. Amelia could feel herself becoming not just exhausted but also languid and less quick-witted as her precious reservoirs of power dwindled. A piercing hiss of anguish blended with the sound of battling. Amelia looked back and saw Bruce struggling, hurt, and bleeding. Three enormous wolves surrounded him and the Alpha, one of whom went for a bite on his throat, knocking him to the ground. Bruce! Amelia began to struggle with the Guardsmen in an attempt to reach him, sho

It was as if someone had ripped her heart into pieces; she was in so much pain. Not only was she imprisoned and made powerless, but she also lost her friend, and the pain of that loss was as deep as a flesh wound. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ she began to say, dreading that she sounded all too small and afraid." Amelia asked.In minutes, the light failed, and only the figure of the stranger in a hood was clearly seen, his smile reflecting the only living light as he said, ‘My dear, you are free to go’, and that chill ran right through Amelia’s body. ‘Of course,’ the first one sneered, ‘we’ll conduct a detailed examination of your special physiology, and when we get all the information we want, we will kill you.’ Amelia felt herself panic, and it seemed to give her a boost in energy in a desperate move. She stood up and rushed to the structure with the bars of the cage, and she grabbed the bars with her shaky hands. You cannot do that! I have rights; I have a family that will co