The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 134

ARIA

My heart stopped. I hadn't sensed anyone. Nothing. Someone had broken through our security systems.

Before I could react, I was yanked backward and thrown across the room. My body crashed into the small table, shattering the flower vase. Sharp glass cut into my skin as I hit the floor. Pain shot through my shoulder, but the adrenaline dulled it almost immediately.

I looked up, blinking through the shock. Alpha Sam stood in my kitchen, smirking. The same Alpha who'd forced his Luna to kneel at the meeting. The one we'd contained after his outburst.

"You," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I kept it low, terrified of waking Aurora, Atlas, or Gabriel upstairs. "How did you get in here?"

Sam stepped closer, his movements deliberate. "I got help from a very powerful nature witch."

No wonder I couldn't sense him. Witches could mask even an Alpha's presence. My human instincts screamed danger while Sage pushed to transform, the internal war I lived with daily.

I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the burning cuts on my arms. Blood dripped onto the floor, the scent sharp in my nostrils.

"Where are the guards?" I demanded, trying to buy time. Our packhouse should have been protected by at least six warriors.

"Don't worry about them," Sam replied, stepping over broken glass. "They're taking a nice long nap. Won't wake up for hours."

The witch must have spelled them too. Damn it. I tried contacting Lucas through our pack mind link, but hit a wall of silence. The entire house was cut off.

I tried to stand taller, channeling my Alpha Queen authority. "Stop. Now!" I commanded, forcing power into my voice.

Sam just laughed, continuing toward me. "Like I said, a very powerful witch."

My command had no effect. Whatever spell protected him blocked my authority. Panic rose in my chest as I realized how vulnerable I was. I backed up until I hit the counter, my hands searching for anything I could use as a weapon.

Before I could grab the knife block, Sam lunged forward, grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the wall. His fingers tightened, cutting off my air. I clawed at his hands, trying to break free, but his grip was too strong.

"Aria!" Jace's panicked voice echoed in my head through our mate bond. I tried to respond, but couldn't concentrate enough to form thoughts.

"You really thought I'd let a little bitch like you show off your power and get away with it?" Sam snarled, his face inches from mine. "You actually thought that, didn't you? But you'll understand not to interfere with men's business, little girl." His grip tightened further.

Black spots danced in my vision. I tried reaching Sage, feeling for that silver fire inside me, but something blocked her too. The witch's spell was cutting me off from my wolf.

I kicked out, connecting with his shin, but he barely flinched. My human combat training seemed pathetic against an Alpha's strength. The irony burned—I'd spent years proving myself as a human warrior, and now when I needed it most, it wasn't enough.

"The other Alphas will know it was you," I gasped between desperate attempts to breathe.

"They'll thank me," he spat. "A human with a borrowed wolf spirit has no place ruling us. The bitch who gave you Sage was a traitor to our kind."

My lungs burned for air. This was it. After everything I'd survived – Silver Blade Hunters, being human in a wolf world, transformation – I was going to die in my own home.

I thought of Aurora sleeping upstairs, Atlas in his crib. I'd failed them. Failed Jace. The edges of my vision darkened.

Suddenly, the pressure on my throat disappeared. I collapsed to the floor, gasping and coughing. Through watery eyes, I saw Gabriel – my foster father – pulling Sam away from me.

"Dad, no," I rasped, my voice broken. Gabriel was sick, his wolf Fang dying inside him. He couldn't fight an Alpha.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter," Gabriel growled, standing protectively between us.

Sam laughed, brushing off Gabriel's grip. "You really think a sick wolf like you can challenge me?"

Gabriel stood firm despite his weakened state. The man who'd taught me everything about fighting, about surviving in a world that wanted me dead. Even now, dying slowly, he was putting himself between me and danger.

"I don't think so," Gabriel said calmly. "But he can."

The air in the room shifted, crackling with electricity. A roar shook the walls – not a normal wolf's roar, but something ancient and primal. Jace's body materialized in the doorway, but it wasn't Jace anymore.

Phantom had taken over.

In Primal Wolf form, he towered over everyone, his massive form filling the doorway. His teeth were bared, muscles rippling under black fur. He moved with terrifying speed, shoving Gabriel safely against the wall before turning to Sam.

Sam's confidence evaporated instantly. He backed up, tripping over the broken table. "Wait, I can explain—"

"You dare touch your Queen," Phantom growled, his voice deeper and more menacing than Jace's. "Stupid little wolf. Think yourself superior, now you die, then I find your witch and accomplices."

Sam began cursing, spitting threats, but Phantom seemed almost bored. Without warning, he thrust his clawed hand straight into Sam's chest, grabbing his heart and ripping it out in one brutal motion.

Sam's body crumpled to the floor. Phantom tossed the heart beside the corpse, blood splattering across the tiles. The room fell silent except for my ragged breathing.

"The witch," I managed to say between coughs. "She's still out there."

Phantom didn't seem concerned with that now. He turned to me, his rage instantly replaced with concern. He lifted me gently, cradling me against his chest. I felt him bury his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply as if confirming I was alive. I reached up, stroking his face, feeling the rough texture of his fur beneath my fingers.

I saw Gabriel leaning against the wall, watching us with relief in his tired eyes. Raising a human in a wolf world had never been easy, but he'd never once made me feel weak for it. He nodded at me, then quietly left the room, giving us privacy.

Phantom held me tightly as his form began to shift, fur receding, bones realigning until Jace's human form returned. His arms remained around me, not loosening for a second during the transformation.

The moment he was fully human again, Jace crushed his lips against mine, desperate and possessive. I tasted salt – his tears or mine, I couldn't tell. We stood there, clinging to each other in the wreckage of our kitchen, with Sam's body cooling on the floor beside us.

"I felt your fear," he whispered against my mouth. "I couldn't reach you."

"The witch," I explained. "She blocked everything."

Jace nodded, his jaw clenching. "We'll find her. Tomorrow."

Without another word, he lifted me into his arms and carried me through the house toward our bedroom, leaving the chaos behind for others to clean up.

Chapter 143 Chapter143

JACE

I carry Aria upstairs, her trembling body against mine. Her breath is weak on my chest. That damn Alpha almost killed her. I can’t shake the image of her pinned, gasping. If I’d been slower, if Phantom hadn’t stepped in…

I kick the bedroom door open, not caring about the noise. I set Aria on the bed’s edge, hands staying on her shoulders. She’s bruised, pale, but alive. That’s all that matters.

I kneel before her, inspecting her injuries. "You sure you're okay?" My voice is rough, my wolf still raging inside, hungry for revenge.

She touches my face gently. "I'm okay, Jace. Really."

I stand, pacing to the window. I can't stay still. "That spell blocked our bond. I couldn't feel you." My voice cracks. "If Gabriel hadn't been there…"

The words choke me. The thought is unbearable.

"Jace, stop." Aria's voice is firm now. She's off the bed, crossing to me quickly. Her hands grip my arms, turning me to face her. "You came. You saved me. Both of you did."

Her touch steadies me, but it's not enough. Not yet. I pull her close, my hold tight, almost desperate. My forehead rests against hers. "I can't lose you. I won't."

She tilts her head, lips brushing mine. It's light, barely there, but it sparks something. A hunger. A need. I deepen the kiss, hands sliding to her waist. The fear, the fight—it all pours into this.

"Jace," she murmurs against my mouth, a quiet plea. My name on her lips breaks something in me. I pull back, breath ragged. "I need you, baby." My voice is low, urgent. "I need to feel you."

Her eyes mirror my heat. "I need you too, Jace." Her hands tug at my shirt, fingers trembling but certain. "Take what you need." My control shatters as I pull her against me.

I tear at her shirt, fabric ripping under my hands. She gasps, but there's no protest. "I'll buy you something new," I mutter, barely coherent. My focus narrows to her skin, her warmth. Every touch reminds me she's here, alive, mine.

We stumble toward the bed, my hands roaming, claiming. Her breath hitches as I press her down, my weight pinning her beneath me. "I don't think I can be gentle right now," I warn, raw and exposed.

"Then don't be." Her words are a challenge, nails digging into my shoulders. "I can take it, Jace." That fuels the fire. I crush my mouth to hers, drowning in her taste, her heat.

Her moans pierce the haze in my mind. "Oh god, Jace." My name, desperate and needy, drives me harder. I'm losing myself in her, in how she clings to me. "Fuck, that's it, baby," I growl. "Come for me."

She shudders beneath me, her cry sharp and raw. "Yes… Jace!" Her release drags me over the edge, a wave of heat crashing through me. I collapse against her, breathing hard, heart still racing.

But the storm in me isn't fully quiet yet. I shift slightly, looking into her eyes. They're still burning, mirroring my own need. "I'm not done with you," I rasp, voice thick with want. She gives a small, breathless nod, her hands sliding up my back.

I kiss her again, slower this time, but no less intense. My lips trail down her jaw, to her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She arches beneath me, a soft gasp escaping. My hands move to her hips, gripping firmly as I pull her closer.

"Jace," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation. I can feel her pulse racing under my lips as I linger on her collarbone. My teeth graze her skin lightly, and she shivers, fingers tangling in my hair.

I pull back just enough to look at her, taking in every detail. Her flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. "You're so damn beautiful," I mutter, almost to myself. Her eyes soften, but the heat remains.

My hands slide under her, lifting her slightly as I kiss down her chest. Her breath catches as I move lower, my lips tracing the curve of her ribs. She squirms beneath me, a quiet whimper escaping. I glance up, meeting her gaze.

"Tell me if it's too much," I say, voice low but serious. I need her to know she's safe, even in this storm of need. She shakes her head, her hands urging me on. "Don't stop, Jace."

That's all I need to hear. My hands work at the rest of her clothes, pulling them away with urgency. Her skin is warm under my touch, every inch drawing me in. I kiss along her stomach, feeling her muscles tense and relax.

Her hands grip my shoulders, nails biting into my skin. "Jace, please," she breathes, her voice a mix of plea and demand. I smirk against her skin, loving how she's unraveling beneath me. My wolf growls in approval, the primal need still simmering.

I move lower, my breath hot against her inner thigh. She tenses, a sharp intake of breath escaping her. I pause, looking up to check on her. Her eyes are half-lidded, filled with trust and desire. "I've got you, baby," I murmur.

My hands grip her thighs, parting them gently as I settle between them. I kiss along her skin, slow and deliberate, building the tension. Her hips shift, a soft moan slipping out. I can feel her anticipation, matching my own hunger.

"Jace," she gasps as I finally give her what she's craving. Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling just enough to spur me on. I focus on her reactions, every sound and movement guiding me. She's trembling now, on the edge again.

I don't let up, driven by the need to feel her come undone. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. "Oh god, Jace, don't stop," she pleads, her voice breaking. I growl softly, the sound vibrating against her, pushing her closer.

Her body arches, a cry tearing from her lips as she shatters again. I hold her through it, my hands steady on her hips. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling as she comes down. I kiss my way back up, slow and gentle now.

I hover over her, brushing damp hair from her face. "You okay?" I ask, voice softer now. She nods, a small, dazed smile on her lips. "More than okay," she whispers, pulling me down for a kiss.

Her lips are warm, tasting of salt and sweetness. I kiss her deeply, my hands sliding along her sides. The urgency is still there, but it's mixed with something softer now.

She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. "Your turn," she murmurs against my mouth, her hands working at my shirt. I let her tug it off, the cool air hitting my skin. Her fingers trace my chest, sending a shiver through me.

I kick off the rest of my clothes, the need building again as her hands explore. She looks up at me, eyes dark with want. "I want to feel you, Jace," she says, voice steady despite the heat between us.