The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 167

Aria

The moon goddess had dragged me into her vision when she spoke to Jace, so I knew he'd be coming.

And damn, it felt incredible, his powerful thrusts claiming me from behind. My body burned with raw need, every nerve screaming for more as he drove deeper, setting my soul ablaze with a hunger I couldn't tame.

Our wolf, Sage and Phantom, merged completely, wild and untamed. We weren't human in this moment—just primal beasts driven by instinct. My heat consumed us, stripping away control. I gasped, overwhelmed, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, pushing me to the edge over and over.

Jace's lips found my neck, hot and urgent, sending me spiraling into another peak. I cried out, trembling, as the burning hunger eased for a fleeting second. My body slumped, spent, but only for a moment. That desperate ache still lingered, clawing at me, waiting to ignite again.

He scooped me up, carrying me to our bedroom with a tenderness that cut through the haze. Laying me on the bed, his gaze locked with mine, heavy with unspoken emotion. My chest tightened—damn, how could I need him again already? That heat flared, gnawing at my insides.

I couldn't wait. I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, taking control to douse this fire within. My hands gripped his shoulders as I moved, chasing relief. Moans escaped me, while his hands roamed my body, fueling every sensation until I shattered once more.

My canines sharpened, instinct taking over. I sank them into the mark on his neck, claiming him as mine. His low growl vibrated through me, primal and fierce, as he hit his own peak. The intensity shook us both, binding us tighter in that wild, unbreakable bond.

Exhaustion hit hard after. I curled into him, my body finally quiet, the pain and burn fading for now. As sleep pulled me under, Jace drew me close, his warmth a shield. But even half-conscious, I knew it wasn't over. This heat still had its claws deep in me.

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I woke up feeling completely wrecked. Thirty hours had passed since Jace came back, following the moon goddess's call. Everything hurt, but at least I felt somewhat normal again. Jace was still asleep beside me, looking as exhausted as I felt. The heat had been brutal for both of us.

I moved slightly and winced at the pain. He kept sleeping, breathing deeply. Though I wanted to stay and watch him, I needed to get up. Every muscle protested as I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him. My body felt like it had been through a serious battle.

Every step hurt, a reminder of the past day and a half. I gritted my teeth, pushing through the stiffness. My body felt foreign, battered, but I refused to just lie there. I had to do something, anything, to feel a shred of control after being so consumed.

I crept to the bathroom, each movement a struggle. Hot water sounded like heaven right now. Turning on the shower, I let the steam build, then stepped in. The heat soothed my battered body, easing the tension. For a moment, I just stood there, letting it wash away the ache.

The water cascaded over me, and I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. My mind replayed the intensity of the heat, the way it tore through us both. I shuddered, not from cold, but from the memory.

My skin was still too sensitive for tight clothes. After drying off, I slipped into just underwear and a loose tribal skirt. It was all I could handle. Looking in the mirror, I sighed. "You've been through it, girl," I muttered. But I had to keep moving, no matter what.

I stood there for a moment, gripping the sink, staring at my reflection. My body might be bruised, but my resolve wasn't. I'd survived this heat so far, and I'd survive whatever came next. Still, a flicker of doubt crept in. What if this changed everything for us?

I shook off the thought and headed downstairs to the kitchen, determined to do something normal. Breakfast—yeah, that's a start. I grabbed bread, eggs, bacon, sausage, fruit, and squeezed some fresh juice. Cooking kept my hands busy, my mind off the lingering heat. I needed this distraction bad.

As I flipped the eggs, my thoughts wandered back to Jace. He'd been just as caught up in this storm as I was. Guilt tugged at me—had I pushed him too hard? No, I couldn't think that way. We were in this together, no matter how rough it got.

The smell of bacon filled the air, grounding me a little. I plated everything, making sure it looked decent. My hands trembled slightly, not from effort, but from the emotional weight pressing down. I wanted to take care of him, to show I was still here, still strong.

Loading a tray with the spread, I carried it back upstairs. My legs protested with every step, but I pushed through. Setting it on the bed, I glanced at Jace, still out cold. A small smile tugged at me. "Hey, sleepy Alpha," I whispered, brushing his shoulder gently to wake him.

His eyes opened, soft and warm. "Morning, my love," he murmured, voice rough with sleep. I couldn't help but grin.

"Morning, my Alpha." My heart did a little flip, even now. After everything, just hearing him grounded me.

He sat up, concern flickering across his face. "How are you feeling?" he asked, searching me for answers.

I shrugged, wincing. "Sore as hell, skin's still sensitive, but I'm okay otherwise." Truth was, I felt fragile, but I wasn't about to admit that yet.

Jace's brow furrowed. "Good. Babe, I…" he started, but I cut him off quick. "No, don't apologize. I heard what the moon goddess told you. Whatever happens, we face it together." 

He nodded, "The next few weeks, I'll be slammed. And until we know if you're pregnant, no training or fighting." I swallowed hard. "I get it." The thought of being sidelined stung, but I couldn't argue. Not now, not with so much hanging in the balance.

My chest tightened at the word "pregnant." It wasn't just a possibility—it was a looming reality. I wanted to protect whatever future we might have, but the fear of losing my place, my strength, gnawed at me. Still, I had to trust him. I had no other choice.

He tried again. "I'm sorry, but…" I shook my head, stopping him. "I said no apologies. You did what you had to. If I'm pregnant, I'll stay out of fights, keep our family safe. I won't be reckless. Just… don't shut me out. Keep our mind link open. Promise me."

My voice trembled as I spoke, the plea raw and desperate. I couldn't handle being cut off, not after everything. The heat had stripped us bare, exposed every vulnerability. I needed that connection, that assurance he'd still be with me, even when battles called him away.

Jace's expression softened, and he pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I promise," he said.