The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 194

LAWRENCE

I watched Jace place Aurora on the bed. My heart pounded hard against my ribs. Dr. Maya immediately started checking her vitals while another guy—Dr. Jonathan—stepped forward.

"I need to connect with her wolf, Kaila," he said, his hands hovering over Aurora's body. "It will help bring her back."

Rocky went ballistic in my head. *NO MALE TOUCHES MATE. KILL HIM.*

I couldn't stop the growl that escaped my throat. Dr. Jonathan glanced at me, clearly sensing my wolf's rage.

"Can you control your wolf?" Jace asked, his voice low but commanding.

Shit. Making a great first impression here. "Yes," I managed to say.

Dr. Jonathan waited, hands still suspended above Aurora. "I need your permission," he said directly to me. "As her mate."

That hit me hard. He was acknowledging my claim, my right. These people kept surprising me.

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "You can try."

Dr. Jonathan nodded and began. His hands emitted a soft moonlight glow. I felt something—an energy wave—pass through Aurora. Rocky lost it completely.

*PROTECT MATE NOW!*

I lunged forward without thinking. Jace moved faster than I expected, grabbing me and slamming me against the wall.

"He won't hurt her," Jace whispered fiercely. "I promise. He's just telling Kaila they're safe now, that they're home."

I struggled to breathe normally. "Rocky doesn't like another male touching her."

"I understand. Phantom doesn't either. But Jonathan knows what he's doing."

My chest heaved with suppressed rage. Every instinct screamed to break free, to protect what was mine. But I forced myself to stay still. These people weren't the enemy. They were trying to help.

"She means everything to me," I admitted, my voice breaking slightly. "I just found her."

Jace's grip loosened. "I know. That's why I'm trusting you with my daughter."

After what felt like forever, Dr. Jonathan stepped back. "I've done what I can."

Jace released me, and I rushed back to Aurora's side. Her breathing had changed, face more relaxed. Her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened.

"Lawrence," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

My throat tightened. "I'm here." I took her hand, feeling her pulse against my fingers.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't," I cut her off gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This wasn't your fault. I'm just glad you're back."

AURORA

I blinked several times, trying to focus. My bedroom? How did I get here? Last thing I remembered was Vanessa and then... nothing.

Lawrence must have brought me home. I turned to him. "Thank you for bringing me home."

He brushed hair from my face. "I promised to take care of you, didn't I?"

My body felt heavy, as if I'd been sleeping for days. Kaila stirred within me, sending waves of comfort. *Safe now. Home. With mate.*

The door opened, and Mom walked in carrying a leather pack. Dad moved to help her, but she shook her head with a smile. The familiar exchange made everyone chuckle.

"Lawrence," Mom said, "there are clothes for you in here. Someone will bring toiletries later."

"Thank you," Lawrence replied sincerely.

I pushed myself up. "Mom?"

She was at my side instantly. "My dear girl, don't scare us like that again. Thank the Moon Goddess Lawrence was with you."

"I'm sorry, Queen Aria," I said automatically. "Really sorry. It won't happen again."

"Alpha Alexander told us what happened," Mom said softly.

I swallowed hard. "Then you know... But I also confirmed she was never my mother. You are. I'm proud to call you my mother."

Mom's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, my dear daughter, I'm proud to call you mine too." She hugged me tight.

When she pulled back, she smiled at Lawrence. "We've met Lawrence. I think you've found a good mate."

"Thank you," I whispered, suddenly overwhelmed.

Mom stood and gestured to the others. "Let's give them some time. Aurora needs rest."

After everyone left, Lawrence knelt beside my bed. I pulled him close, burying my face in his neck. He lifted me onto his lap, holding me tight.

"You scared me," he murmured against my mark.

"I'm sorry, Lawrence."

"No, don't apologize. I'm just glad you're okay, that you're back."

We talked for hours. He explained how he'd found Dad's message on my phone and responded, needing help to save me. I couldn't be mad—he'd done exactly what I needed.

"Did you think my dad would be angry?" I asked, noticing how he kept glancing at the door.

Lawrence chuckled. "Terrified would be more accurate. I expected to be interrogated, maybe even challenged."

"Dad's protective, but he respects the mate bond." I traced a scar on his arm. "How are you feeling about all this? Meeting my family, being in a royal pack?"

"Overwhelmed," he admitted. "But they've been kind. Different from what I expected."

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. "The pack seems fierce from the outside, but we're family first. Dad taught us that."

Lawrence caught my hand, kissing my palm. "I didn't have that growing up. A family, I mean."

The raw honesty in his voice made my heart ache. "You do now. Me, Kaila, my family—we're yours now."

*He needs us,* Kaila whispered in my mind. *He's been alone too long.*

"Kaila agrees," I told him, seeing his eyes widen slightly. "She says you've been alone too long."

He pressed his forehead against mine. "Not anymore."

I leaned against his chest. "They'll love you once they know you. Just be yourself."

"Let's shower," I suggested finally. "I feel gross."

In the bathroom, Lawrence washed my hair with gentle hands. The warm water cascaded down my back, washing away the emotional residue of the past days. His fingers massaged my scalp, sending tingles down my spine.

"You're perfect," he whispered. "Every part of you."

The intimacy of the moment struck me hard. This man had seen me at my lowest—broken, rejected, unconscious—and still looked at me with such adoration. Tears mixed with shower water on my cheeks.

I turned and kissed him, suddenly needing more. Kaila pushed forward, yearning for closer connection.

"Mark me," I requested. "Kaila needs it too. She needs to feel secure through a complete connection."

Lawrence hesitated. "You're exhausted—"

"No, I've never felt more alive. Please, Lawrence."

He growled low in his throat, lifting me against the shower wall. His eyes darkened with desire, pupils expanding until only a thin ring of color remained.

"Mine," he growled.

As he claimed me again, everything else disappeared—Vanessa, the pain, the fear. All that remained was us, connected completely.

"You're my home now," I whispered against his wet skin. He responded by holding me tighter.