The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 217

AURORA

Atlas looked surprised. "You know about that?"

She nodded. "After France. I tried to stop him. But he was determined to find a way to take the True King's power. He found a nature witch who claimed she could do it." She shook her head. "I don't believe her. All the texts I found say only the Moon Goddess can suppress a True King. I know when midnight comes, that power will break free, and you'll no longer be affected by silver or wolfsbane."

"Does Charles know this?" Atlas asked.

"I burned the scroll," Vanessa murmured.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Another contraction hit, and I couldn't hold back my scream. "Ahh! It hurts!"

"You need to push," Vanessa instructed, then added softly, "I know I wasn't a good mother. I'm sorry. I'll try to keep you both safe until midnight."

Surprisingly, I believed her. Maybe it was desperation, or maybe it was something in her eyes that seemed genuinely regretful. Whatever it was, I had no choice but to trust her now.

"Push!" she commanded as another contraction came. She stood and retrieved clean towels and blankets from a basket, kept warm with heating packs. "For the baby," she explained.

With Vanessa's guidance, I pushed through the pain, focusing on bringing my son into the world despite the terrible circumstances.

"I can see his head," Vanessa encouraged. "We're almost there. Push."

What felt like hours later, I heard my son's first cry. The sound pierced through my exhaustion, filling me with new strength.

"You did it," Vanessa announced. "He's out. A healthy boy." She quickly cut the cord, cleaned him as best she could, and wrapped him in a blanket before placing him in my arms.

"My precious little boy," I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I held him close. He was perfect—tiny fingers, Lawrence's nose, a dusting of dark hair. For a moment, everything else disappeared—the cell, the danger, the pain. There was only my son.

But the moment didn't last.

Alpha Charles entered, watching me with sinister eyes. "Ah, I see he's finally arrived," he said, sitting beside me while Vanessa hurriedly covered my legs.

Charles glanced at Vanessa. "I knew you'd be good for something besides a fuck." Vanessa visibly flinched.

Without warning, Charles snatched my baby from my arms and stood up.

"No! Please don't take him!" I begged, reaching desperately for my son.

"You don't need him. I do," Charles replied coldly, laughing at my pleas.

Suddenly, the sound of metal breaking echoed through the room. Atlas had snapped two of his chains. His body began to transform, but not into his wolf—into something more. His primal werewolf form.

The air grew thick with ancient power. Atlas's body convulsed as bones cracked and muscles swelled, doubling his size. Black fur sprouted across his skin—coarse and wild, nothing like a normal wolf. His face stretched into a muzzle lined with razor-sharp teeth, golden eyes blazing with supernatural fire.

When the transformation finished, he towered over eight feet tall, his massive frame filling the room. Silver fur marked his chest like a crown, pulsing with each thunderous heartbeat.

His roar shattered every window in the house.

The remaining chains snapped like thread, silver links scattering across the floor. Atlas stood free—a nightmare made flesh. Even Charles couldn't hide the fear that flickered across his face.

"Come any closer, and I'll snap this little one's neck," Charles threatened, holding my baby.

Atlas's primal form spoke—a shock even to me. His voice carried dual tones—the higher pitch of Atlas layered beneath something deeper and older that seemed to resonate directly in our minds. "You will give the child back to her."

Charles just laughed.

Atlas roared again, more powerfully this time. The sheer force of it filled the room, creating visible ripples in the air. Everyone present felt their knees weaken, their inner wolves instinctively cowering before an apex predator. "NOW, GIVE HER THE CHILD!" he commanded, his power so strong it forced Charles to obey.

Charles handed the baby to Vanessa, his body moving against his will, eyes wide with shock at his inability to resist. Vanessa quickly brought him back to me. When Charles snarled and tried to attack, Atlas caught him by the throat, lifting him into the air with one massive clawed hand as if he weighed nothing.

"Don't. Move," Atlas growled, slamming Charles back to the ground with such force that the concrete floor cracked beneath him. Charles couldn't move, his rage evident but useless against Atlas's power.

The door burst open, and three warriors entered. "Attack him!" Charles shouted.

They lunged at Atlas, but were quickly dispatched. One had his arm torn completely off with a casual swipe that moved faster than my eyes could track. Blood sprayed across the walls as Atlas moved with impossible speed for something so large, each blow delivered with devastating precision. During the fight, Charles managed to break free and lunged toward me again.

At that moment, the door opened once more, and I heard Lawrence calling my name.

Charles never reached me. Vanessa unexpectedly stepped between us, trying to protect me. She fell to the floor, bleeding heavily and apparently unconscious.

"Atlas! Stop!" My father's voice rang out, but Atlas ignored him.

Atlas grabbed Charles by the throat. "You will never disobey an order again. Let this be a lesson to the world." Despite my father calling Atlas's name again, it was too late. We all watched as Charles's throat was torn open, his windpipe in Atlas's primal hand.

Lawrence started moving toward me and our son. Atlas turned and growled at him. For a terrifying moment, I feared Atlas would attack Lawrence too.

I clutched my newborn tighter, my heart racing. The tiny life in my arms was oblivious to the violence surrounding his first moments in this world. I'd imagined his birth so differently—in our home, with Lawrence holding my hand, my family waiting eagerly outside. Instead, he'd entered a world of blood and vengeance.

"It's okay, baby," I whispered against his forehead. "Your daddy's here now."

Lawrence took another step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the fear and love battling in his expression. Behind him, my father stood frozen, watching Atlas with a mixture of awe and concern.

Atlas's growl deepened, his massive primal form blocking Lawrence's path. I could see the confusion in my brother's eyes—his primal instincts struggling to recognize friend from foe in the aftermath of battle.

"Atlas," I called softly. "It's Lawrence. He's family."

The tension in the room was suffocating. My son squirmed in my arms, his tiny face scrunching up as if he could sense the danger. I held him closer, my body still weak from childbirth but my resolve stronger than ever. I wouldn't let anything else happen to him. Not now. Not after everything we'd survived.

The standoff continued, blood pooling on the floor around us, the future of our pack resting on my brother's next move.