All Chapters of Alpha King's Human Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MICAELA POV “Hey, how is it going?” Godiva asked, watching me from the corner of her eyes as I picked up my tray of food. “Great.” I snapped, pissed at the fact that she and Josiane keep walking on eggshells with me around, pissed to have woken up on the bed alone with no sight of the king, just for me to find out that he had left, with no words, nothing. Just gone, like that night didn’t happen. Sighing deeply, I walked down the line to the maid lounge. I shouldn’t have snapped at Godiva; it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t fair for me to take my anger out on her and Josiane; they are just worried about me. “I’m sorry, Godiva.” I said, holding onto my tray tightly. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that; it was not right of me. I have been a bit cranky all week.” “I can clearly see that.” She replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I know you said it’s nothing, but it doesn’t take much of a genius to guess the reason for your mood.” My step stops w

Third-person perspective Orpheus sat on a seat beside the bed, watching as Micaela slept; he was not blind to the pain she felt, and the sight of it hurt him even more. As much as he wanted to rip the head off the guard who had done this to her, his main priority right now was her. He hadn’t left her side since Loukas left the room to get the things he needed to perform the bonding process. Micaela, on the other hand, had fallen back asleep minutes after Loukas left, and that had been hours ago. Orpheus was getting restless; he wanted to get it done as fast as he could. He couldn’t bear to see her wince in pain; it was a scar to his heart. The knocking on the door got him to his feet, and Loukas walked in with a small box in his hand. He placed it on the table, taking his seat as he brought the items out of the box and laid them out on the table. "The instructions are in the paper." He said, handing it over to Orpheus, who took it, going through them. "Do I really have to do

I felt relaxed with Micaela cuddled up against my skin, and my hands brushed on the soft strands of her hair. This was something I would never get tired of doing. The fact that she was better and wasn't mad at me for leaving, still trusting me to touch her, was like a dream to me because I thought after everything she would want to put a distance between us. Then, I would have to work hard to gain her trust again, but that was not the case. I stared off at the wall at the far end of the room where the window was, looking out at the dark cloud with the stars shining brighter than ever. I needed to tell her everything and how she was important to my king and me. I still wasn't sure how I planned on doing it; I couldn't count the number of times I practised the words to say and the way to say it in my head. It felt so easy to just spit it out in my mind, but I know that wouldn't be so when I do decide to tell her. My hand wrapped around her angelic body. I should be working since I h

The room was crowded with elegant people in various sets of pricey gowns and tuxedos, and the celebration was in full swing. The outer portion of the floor was lined with high tables where people could stand and talk. A lengthy table with a variety of foods, from sushi to cheese and crackers, sat at the far end. A luxurious red carpet with a backdrop for photos was located on the opposite side. While classical music played subtly in the background, exquisite chandeliers were hung low, enhancing the room’s attractiveness. I remained behind the king, my legs aching from standing for so long. My eyes wandered around the room, watching the people dance, while some stood in groups talking amongst each other. My focus shifted from the dance floor to the opposite side of the room, where Anastasia was standing with a glass of champagne in her hands and her hand on the shoulder of a tall, sullen man, as a loud laugh echoed through the room. Though i could see his lips moving and Anastas

His lips pressed against mine. I didn't anticipate receiving a kiss with such an open ferocity. I felt his bulge press against me through the thick fabric of his pants as we kissed, letting me know exactly what he thought of the situation. He pulled me against him, his wet flesh brushing against mine. Orpheus's lips were firm against mine and had a fruity, sweet flavour. I was powerless to resist as his tongue flicked against the seam of my mouth, pleading with me to open for him. When his tongue inserted into my mouth, the kiss changed from an exploration to a luxurious conquest, and I let out a low moan. It brushed across my skin with assurance, assertiveness, and boldness. His every slur informed me what he would be like in a relationship and in bed. He would take charge of my physical being and induce a buzz of yearning. He would succeed if I gave him even a little encouragement. He didn't like to accept "no" as an answer. And at this time, I really didn't want to say no.