The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 215

**LAWRENCE**

I slammed my fist against the wall, cracking the plaster. "Damn it! Two weeks and we're no closer to finding them!" My voice echoed through our temporary base. My knuckles bled, but I barely felt the pain - nothing compared to the agony of not knowing if Aurora and my unborn son were safe.

Jace ran a hand through his disheveled hair, dark circles under his eyes betraying his exhaustion. "I know, Lawrence. But we can't give up now."

I stared at the phone screen where the video from the kidnappers played on loop. Aurora, my pregnant mate, chained and weak. The message attached simply read: "I think she's going to deliver soon." My jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack.

*She can't deliver there. Not in that filthy prison. Not without proper care.* The thought made my blood run cold.

"We know who took her. How can he be so damn hard to find?" I paced the room like a caged animal, feeling Rocky snarling inside my mind. *We should have killed Charles years ago when we had the chance,* Rocky growled. I couldn't disagree.

Every lead had turned cold. Every trail had disappeared. We'd searched every known territory connected to Charles, interrogated every possible informant. Nothing. The bastard had vanished, taking Aurora and Atlas with him.

Jace opened his mouth to respond when Aria walked into the room, her face solemn but determined.

"Atlas turns eighteen in two days," she announced.

Jace straightened immediately, something flickering across his face. I noticed the change, a spark of hope igniting in the Alpha's tired eyes.

"What happens when he turns eighteen?" I asked, stopping my restless movement. I'd heard rumors about Atlas's special status, but nothing concrete.

Jace lowered his voice, though we were alone. "He gets his full power. Not just his wolf, but the dormant Primal wolf blood awakens in him. The moonlight bracelet won't be able to control him anymore."

"The moonlight bracelet? The one that controls his power?" I frowned, trying to understand the significance.

"Yes," Jace nodded, a small smile forming. "If it isn't removed, it will break on its own. Its power will disappear because nothing and no one can contain a true King. Not even wolfsbane. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

My eyes widened as realization dawned. "The silver chains and wolfsbane they gave him will be useless."

Jace nodded, his smile growing wider.

"I've trained him since he was little," Jace said, confidence filling his voice for the first time in days. "They won't know what hit them."

I felt a surge of hope rush through me. Rocky, who had been howling in despair for days, finally quieted, anticipation replacing his anguish. *We just need to hold on a little longer,* Rocky murmured in my mind. *Our mate will come home.*

The three of us exchanged knowing looks, smiles spreading across our faces.

"Two days," I said, my voice firm with renewed determination.

"Two days," Jace and Aria echoed in unison.

**AURORA**

I leaned against the cold wall, my body exhausted beyond measure. The baby moved inside me, his kicks becoming more frequent with each passing day. Delivery was close, I could feel it. The realization filled me with both dread and determination.

The damp cell smelled of mold and something metallic – probably blood from previous occupants. A single bulb dangled from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. They'd thrown in a thin, filthy blanket that did little to protect me from the chill seeping through the walls.

I knew they'd been sending photos and videos to Lawrence and my father. I knew they were aware Alpha Charles had taken us. I knew they were searching. But the days kept passing, and we remained chained in this hellhole.

A particularly strong kick made me gasp. Atlas looked at me, concern filling his eyes despite his own weakened state. His face was bruised, one eye swollen half-shut from where they'd beaten him during our capture.

"I'm fine," I whispered. "He's just kicking."

"You need to eat, sister," Atlas said, his voice hoarse. "You're not well. You know it."

I didn't answer. He was right, but what could I do? The meager food they provided barely sustained one person, let alone a pregnant woman. And I couldn't shake the fear they might be drugging it.

The door creaked open, and Vanessa walked in with a plate of food. The sight of my birth mother still filled me with rage even after all these years. She wore fine clothes and flawless makeup, looking completely out of place in our filthy prison.

"You need to eat, Aurora," she said, placing the plate near me. "You need your strength. You're going to deliver soon."

I let out a weak, cold laugh. "I want to go home with my mate. If this baby dies, it's on you and that idiot."

Her eyes flickered to my swollen belly, something unreadable crossing her face. After abandoning me as a baby, she now watched as I struggled to protect my own child. The irony wasn't lost on me.

"He won't let you go," Vanessa replied, her voice low. "He needs you, and if your mate doesn't do what he wants, he'll take the baby."

My heart froze at her words. Take my baby? I'd die before I let that happen.

"What does Charles want?" I demanded, though I already suspected the answer.

Vanessa looked over her shoulder before leaning closer. "What everyone wants. Power. He wants your mate dead. He wants to be King. He wants to make sure no one can stop him."

I spat at her feet. "Then I'd rather see this child die. He might say he won't take the baby if Lawrence dies, but do you believe that? If you do, you're more stupid than I thought."

Vanessa's face remained impassive, but something flickered in her eyes. Regret? Doubt? It didn't matter. Nothing would ever make me forgive what she'd done.

I kicked the plate away, sending the food scattering across the dirty floor. Atlas didn't comment this time. He knew I'd made up my mind.

Lawrence. My heart ached for him. I knew he must be frantic, tearing himself apart with worry. But I wouldn't die here. I wouldn't let Charles win. I wouldn't let him take my baby.

Atlas was the true King. That's why Charles hadn't killed him. Even if Charles killed Atlas, the power wouldn't go to him. The Moon Goddess had chosen Atlas, not Charles.

I placed my hand protectively over my belly, feeling my son respond with a gentle kick. "Hold on, little one," I whispered. "Your father is coming for us."

Two more days, and Atlas would have his full power. Two more days, and everything would change.