The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 139

GRETA

One month ago, I found that small wooden wolf carving. Gabriel made it for me when we were kids. Such careful details on something so small. My fingers traced the intricate markings, memories flooding back of days spent racing through forests, before everything changed.

I needed to know if he was okay. With Eiana's help—my wolf spirit, my constant companion—I reached out with my magic, searching for him across distances I didn't even know existed anymore.

What I found crushed me. Gabriel was sick. His wolf spirit Fang was fading inside him. Not just regular illness—something deeper, something fatal.

Werewolves don't get sick. Not unless something's terribly wrong.

Silver poisoning? Wolfsbane exposure? Possible, for a warrior like Gabriel. But when I felt that empty space around him, I knew the truth. His mate was gone. And without her, he was slowly dying.

That night, I heard the voice. Clear as day. "He needs you now." Whether it was the Moon Goddess or just my conscience, I knew what I had to do.

*Now*

Now I follow Beta Marcus as he leads me away from the main house toward a smaller cottage. The night air feels different here—charged with energy from all the wolves nearby. After decades alone, the sensation overwhelms me.

"This is Gabriel's house," Marcus says, stopping in front of a modest two-story building. "He moved in with King Jace and Queen Aria when his health declined."

"Thank you, Beta," I respond, offering the proper respect his position demands.

Marcus punches a code into the door lock. "It's not large, but has everything you need." He steps inside, flipping on lights. "If you need anything, there's a phone in the kitchen. Dial 01# for the Omega office. They're always staffed."

I nod, taking in the warm wooden furniture, the bookshelves, the subtle scent of Gabriel lingering in the air.

"The King and Queen insist all pack members be treated with respect," Marcus continues. "Even Omegas are equals here, not servants."

"I appreciate that approach," I tell him. "I promise never to abuse power over any pack member."

Marcus smiles. "Good. Sleep well, Greta."

After he leaves, I explore my new home. A comfortable living room with a television. A well-equipped kitchen. One bathroom and two bedrooms. More space than I've had in decades.

This place feels right, Eiana says inside my mind.

"After all these years, we finally found a home," I whisper, running my hand along the kitchen counter.

Yes. I look forward to being part of a pack again. I hate feeling isolated and weak.

I nod in agreement. My powers have diminished dramatically without pack bonds to strengthen them. Even simple spells drain me now.

I head to the bathroom, turning the shower knobs. Hot water—a luxury I haven't enjoyed consistently in years. I stay under the spray until my skin prunes, washing away decades of solitude.

Wrapped in a borrowed robe, I choose the spare bedroom, leaving Gabriel's untouched. The sheets smell fresh, the mattress firm but comfortable. As soon as my head hits the pillow, exhaustion claims me.

Tomorrow I'll face the formal pack joining ceremony. Tonight, I'll simply rest, grateful to have found Gabriel again—even if it might be too late to save him.

ARIA

The private gym Jace built for us stands separate from the main packhouse—soundproofed concrete walls, high ceilings, every piece of equipment we could need. Tonight, I need the isolation.

I pound the heavy bag relentlessly. Each punch expels a fraction of the rage burning through me. The revelation about Greta's appearance has me reeling—a witch who might help us against the Rogue King.

The Rogue King. My hands move faster. Harder. He killed Bree—Gabriel's mate. He stole the mother figure. Now Gabriel wastes away while that monster still breathes.

I hit harder. My knuckles split. Blood smears across the black leather of the punching bag. I don't care. The physical pain distracts from everything else—from Sage pushing under my skin, demanding violence my human side struggles to control.

Human thoughts with wolf strength. The dangerous combination fuels my fury. I slam my fist into the bag again. Again. My vision tunnels until all I see is the Rogue King's face taunting me.

Strong arms wrap around me from behind, gently pulling me back.

"No!" I twist, instinctively fighting the restraint.

"Hey, stop," Jace's voice cuts through my rage. "You're hurting yourself."

I struggle against him before looking down at my hands. They're torn open, bloody and swollen. The pain suddenly registers, sharp and throbbing.

"I'm sorry." My voice cracks. "I really didn't mean to—"

Jace turns me around, his expression concerned rather than angry. "It's okay. I understand why you're upset."

"I don't want to cause problems." I flex my damaged fingers, wincing.

"You didn't, baby." He wipes tears I didn't realize were falling. "I'm not mad. Just worried. I hate seeing you like this."

I lean against his chest, letting his heartbeat steady me. The constant battle between my human thoughts and Sage's wolf instincts exhausts me sometimes.

"I want to kill him myself, Jace." The words taste raw, honest.

"If that's what you want, then you will." He strokes my hair. "I won't stop you."

"Thank you." I pull back, meeting his gaze. "He destroyed my childhood. And now Gabriel's dying because of him."

"I know." Jace's voice softens. "But it won't happen tonight. Right now, you need rest."

Before I can argue, he sweeps me into his arms. I could resist—my wolf strength makes that possible—but I don't want to. Instead, I rest my head against his shoulder as he carries me upstairs.

In our bedroom, he gently sets me on the bed, cleaning and bandaging my hands before pulling me against him. I nestle into his warmth, letting his steady breathing calm both sides of my nature.

"Do you think Greta can really help?" I whisper into the darkness.

"I hope so," Jace murmurs against my hair. "Gabriel trusts her. That's enough for now."

"A witch in our pack." I shake my head. "Never thought I'd see that."

"Says the human with a wolf spirit." His chest rumbles with quiet laughter.

I smile despite everything. "Fair point."

"Tomorrow's the joining ceremony," Jace reminds me. "We should sleep."

I nod, curling closer.