All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AZALEA“There’s no such thing as werewolves,” I said for the umpteenth time to my father as we sat in the dining room that evening for dinner.I had gotten tired of his constant rambling about them and how many he had managed to hunt down. It didn’t make any sense to me, a person having the ability to turn into an animal. I had just gotten home from my college dorm after graduation, and the last thing I needed was him lecturing me.“And how do you think I got the money to feed you and the money for this house that I bought?” he challenged, smirking as if he had just trapped me in a corner that would lead me to believe him.“You work other jobs,” I guessed with a shrug. I didn’t want to say anything about it anymore.“I do not,” he argued. “One werewolf is worth tens of thousands of dollars, and that’s only a small size. Six months ago, I was lucky enough to catch one after catching another one a month before.”I stared at him helplessly, not sure whether it really had been a good idea

AZALEA“Oh, my God!” I muttered, my hand slapping my mouth in shock.He stood on the other side of the glass, his face illuminated by the pale moonlight and mostly by the light from my bedroom. He didn’t look anything like the savage creature I remembered from earlier. His features were sharp, handsome even, and his eyes… they weren’t wild or feral. They were human.He watched me intently, as if waiting for something. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in my throat.I wanted to scream, to run, to call for my father, but I couldn’t move. His eyes held me in place, and I was frozen, trapped in that moment and not sure what to do.This was the man who had marked me. The man who had claimed me as his own, according to my father. And now, he was here, standing at my window, looking more human than ever.How did he know where I lived?“Open it,” I heard him say as he gestured at the latch that was holding my window closed.I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head and scoffin

AzaleaMy neck ached sharply as I woke up, a searing reminder of all that had transpired. The surrounding space was dark, chilly, and strange. My nose was flooded with the scent of moist dirt and a hint of something metallic. As I tried to get up, my heart was pounding, and then I felt lightheaded. Where had I gone? What had taken place?Then it dawned on me. Gray. His eyes, his teeth, and his overpowering might. Wincing at the sensitive area where his fangs had dug into my flesh, I put a palm to my neck. Another mark, a mark I didn't want. The events of his onslaught, his taunting, and his claim of me as if I were only a pawn repeated in my memory, reeling me back.I made myself glance around at the empty stone walls and one wooden door. I couldn't determine how long I had been inside because there was no window or indication of sunshine. My chest constricted. I was no longer part of August's pack. Gray had me in his grasp.Like a predator scouting his prey, Gray's presence commanded

Azalea The only sound in the pitch-still clearing was the constant beating of my heartbeat in my ears. Like vultures surrounding their prey, Gray's pack had collected in a rough circle, their eyes shining in the dim light as they observed me. I could sense the weight of their looks, the curiosity mingled with contempt. They obviously didn't trust humans, who were an abnormality in their society.With a sneer that made my stomach turn, Gray took a step forward. He spoke clearly above the muttering of the audience, "Today, Azalea will show us her worth." Despite being human, she is present. She is now one of us.With quiet whispers that rippled through the throng like an undercurrent of suspicion, the wolves whispered their disbelief. I struggled to maintain regular breathing, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I knew it wouldn't be fair, but I wasn't sure what sort of exam Gray had in mind. I wouldn't be the intended winner.Gray turned to look at me, his eyes gleaming with

Azalea The hefty book I had discovered earlier was lying on my lap as I sat cross-legged on the floor of the room Gray had tossed me into. It was hard to read in the low light, but I didn't mind. Each page seemed like a jigsaw piece, a connection to a history I could not comprehend. My fingertips traced the handwritten notes scribbled in the margins, the fading ink, the complex figures. This was not only a document documenting the mate relationship. This provided insight into my mother's life.I was challenged by the symbol on the cover, which was the identical one I had seen throughout Gray's test. I had a nagging suspicion that this was more than a coincidence. I was only starting to discover the ways in which my mother had been connected to the werewolf community. And I was in the middle of it all now, somehow.The book's annotations discussed ties, power dynamics, and control between partners. There were allusions to the "Elder Bond," a bond that was deeper and older than the coe