The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 229

Here's Atlas's story - hope you enjoy!

ATLAS

I jolted awake from my nightmare, my body trapped by an invisible force. Objects around my room trembled. The lamp beside my bed shattered with a loud crack. Damn, not again. I looked around, trying to focus. But I could feel my power—that primal, wild energy—surging uncontrollably from within me.

"Atlas!" My father's voice came from the doorway, followed by light that stung my eyes.

"Dad..." I gasped, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I felt my wolf, Luke, growling inside, wanting to break free. *Not now,* I mentally told him, but he was too agitated to listen.

"Atlas, son, focus. Look at me!" Dad commanded, his Alpha voice attempting to cut through my chaos.

I shook my head. "That doesn't work anymore..." Still, I forced myself to look at him. There stood my father, Jace Carter, King of the American werewolves, concern flashing in his eyes. His shoulders were tense, ready to act if my control slipped completely.

"Breathe slowly." He instructed, his voice calm and firm. I complied, trying to control my rapid breathing.

"Good, keep going. You can do this," he moved closer. "You don't want to hurt anyone, your mother, your sisters, the entire pack."

Ever since being kidnapped with my sister Aurora and shifting for the first time, I'd struggled to control my primal wolf power. That power—the primal force—was like an angry monster that refused to obey me. The walls around me would crack, furniture would move, and sometimes I'd wake up halfway shifted without even realizing it.

I followed Dad's breathing pattern. Once. Twice. Feeling the energy gradually retreating back to my core. The trembling in the room stopped. My hands steadied. Inside me, Luke reluctantly calmed, his energy still pulsing but no longer threatening to burst out.

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm really sorry," I said quietly, feeling both ashamed and exhausted. Sweat had soaked through my shirt, and my muscles ached as if I'd run for miles.

"Don't apologize, son. This isn't your fault." He sat on my bed, placing his hand on my shoulder. "No one blames you for what you're going through." Then he gave me a strong hug that made me feel secure, just like when I was younger.

Soft footsteps came from the doorway as Mom, Aria, entered, her green eyes filled with concern.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, not wanting my power to hurt her. She had human origins, and though the Moon Goddess had blessed her with a wolf spirit, she remained more vulnerable than pure-blooded werewolves in certain ways.

"Don't be silly. A little power won't hurt me," she answered, but I detected a hint of pain hidden in her voice. She embraced me too, and the three of us sat quietly together. In that moment, I felt like a child again—not the prophesied king with uncontrollable powers.

After a moment, Dad said, "Get some sleep, son. Training tomorrow."

As they stood to leave, my sisters Natalie and Bree peeked in from the doorway. "Are you okay, brother?" they asked simultaneously. Twins always did that—annoyingly adorable. I nodded. Their matching concerned expressions would have made me laugh any other time.

After they left, I sat on my bed and resumed the breathing technique Dad had taught me. Inhale. Exhale. Focus. I am Atlas Carter, barely a week past my eighteenth birthday. My parents are the King and Queen of the American werewolf packs. I have a sister, Aurora, who's older than me—my half-sister. Aria isn't her birth mother but raised her since childhood. She now has her own family with her mate Lawrence. They have a son, Anthony, my nephew, who shares my birthday. Then there are my twin sisters, Natalie and Bree, royal troublemakers whom I love deeply.

But I'm not just the King and Queen's son. I'm the "True King" prophesied by the Moon Goddess, destined to rule all werewolf packs worldwide. Whenever I think about this, I want to roll my eyes. Seriously? I'm only eighteen, sometimes I can't even keep my room clean.

My parents tried to give me a normal childhood, but my primal wolf powers began manifesting when I was around one year old. A family friend helped my parents suppress my power to protect both me and others. Honestly, I'm grateful for this. It allowed me to grow up like a regular wolf cub, have friends, and not be treated as some monster or deity.

When I turned twelve, my parents explained what becoming the King of all werewolf packs meant. From that day, Dad began training and preparing me, teaching ancient werewolf traditions and combat techniques. I thought waking up at 5 AM for training was the worst until I met Charles.

Everything changed before my eighteenth birthday. Aurora and I were kidnapped by a crazed Italian Alpha, Charles Huntington. He wanted to destroy the life of Aurora's mate, Lawrence. Lawrence is a good man—I like him. He treats Aurora well, is an excellent warrior, a born Alpha. His family was killed by Charles when he was just an infant. Charles tried to frame Lawrence for having an illegitimate child, but DNA proved it was a lie. Later, Charles kidnapped Aurora and me because he wanted to become the true king and coveted my power.

In captivity, on my eighteenth birthday, when I saw Charles snatch my newborn nephew from Aurora's arms to hurt Lawrence again, my power completely erupted. All suppression vanished. My inner primal wolf, Luke, forced the shift out of rage, wanting to protect Aurora and my nephew. By the time Dad, Lawrence, Mom, and others arrived, I had already killed Alpha Charles.

We returned safely to Ancient Moon Shadow Pack. Aurora and Lawrence are with their son Anthony. I'm thankful Anthony won't remember his traumatic birth. He'll share my birthday, which always makes me smile. At least something good came from this chaos.

Because of these events, my eighteenth birthday party was postponed, which honestly relieved me. Because truthfully, I'm afraid. Afraid of hurting innocent people, like my family. Afraid I can't handle the responsibility. More afraid I'll end up alone. I haven't told anyone these fears because hey, I'm supposed to be the "great king, savior of our world." Who would believe a savior fears the dark before sleep?

My parents agreed to postpone the big party until next year, for which I'm grateful. This gives me time to find myself again. To forgive myself for killing someone (even though he deserved it). More importantly, to learn to work with my primal wolf Luke, who has the worst temper ever.

I finally lay back down. Closed my eyes. I rolled over, hoping I wouldn't have another nightmare.