The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 87

Chapter90

JACE

God, she's beautiful. Standing there in that red dress, looking uncertain but so damn perfect. The dress hugs every curve, shows off the slight swell of her stomach where our child grows. My child.

I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. "You look beautiful, baby," I whisper against her ear. Her skin smells clean from the bath, warm under my touch.

She blushes, that adorable way she always does when I compliment her. I can't help but smile. Even after all this time, I still affect her like that.

"Ready?" I ask, letting my hands rest on her hips.

She nods, takes a breath. "Ready as I'll get."

I know this is hard for her. The Sacred Moonlight Gathering isn't just any event – it's centuries of tradition, power struggles, and wolves who'll judge her for being human. But she's stronger than all of them.

The hallways of packhouse are crowded as we make our way through. Everyone's heading to the main grounds for the closing ceremony. I keep Aria close, my hand firmly in hers, feeling her nervousness through our bond.

"Breathe, sweetheart," I say. "I'm here for you."

She squeezes my hand in response.

Instead of going directly to our seats, I guide us toward Gabriel. He's standing with several of our warriors, looking intimidating as always. His face softens when he sees Aria, though he keeps his formal demeanor.

"Luna," he acknowledges with a nod.

Aria smiles at her adoptive father. "Found good seats?"

"The best," Gabriel confirms. "Our warriors secured the prime viewing area."

I notice Alpha Marcus approaching before the others do. His silver-streaked hair and confident stride marking him as the host Alpha. Instinctively, I shift slightly, positioning myself between him and Aria.

"Alpha Jace," Marcus greets. "Luna Aria."

I nod respectfully. "Alpha Marcus."

"I wanted to personally inform you that we've arranged private seating in the Alpha section," he says, eyes flickering briefly to Aria. "I thought perhaps your Luna might prefer fewer... observers."

I feel Aria tense beside me. She hates special treatment almost as much as she hates being the center of attention.

"That's very considerate," I reply, watching Aria's reaction. "But I think we'd prefer to stay with our pack members today."

Marcus nods, unsurprised. "Of course. I understand completely." He pauses, then adds, "The traditional protocol would restrict Luna attendance on stage, but given the circumstances... exceptions can be made if you wish her to join you."

"Thank you," I say, appreciating his flexibility despite the centuries of tradition dictating otherwise.

Marcus departs with another respectful nod. I turn to Aria, searching her face. "You okay with that decision?"

She nods, relieved. "Definitely. I'd rather be with our people."

We join our pack members in their section, Aria settling between me and Lucas. Despite trying to blend in, she still draws attention. Whispers follow us – some curious, some admiring, some hostile. I hear it all with my enhanced hearing.

"A human Luna..."

"The Alpha must be desperate..."

"They say she fought off three rogues alone..."

I ignore them all. None of that matters.

ARIA

My hands won't stop trembling. Every pair of eyes in this place burns into me—the human girl who somehow captured the Alpha. The freak. The weak link.

I press against Jace's warm body, this red dress suddenly feeling like a target painted on my back. Damn it, why red? Might as well have worn a sign saying "Stare at the human!"

"Thanks," I whisper to Jace, grateful he refused Marcus's special seating arrangement. Last thing I need is to be displayed like some exotic trophy.

Gabriel scans the crowd with hawk-like focus while Lucas positions himself strategically nearby. They're all protecting me. It should be comforting, but instead it screams how vulnerable I am.

The next hour is torture as packs continue arriving. I mentally catalog everything—which Alphas nod respectfully at Jace, which ones glare at me with disgust, which warriors carry fresh battle scars.

When Elder Thorn finally approaches the platform, the crowd falls silent instantly.

"Brothers and sisters of the moon," his voice carries with surprising strength. "Our Sacred Moonlight Gathering concludes."

He recounts the year's events—territory disputes, fallen enemies, new alliances. When he mentions the seven newly mated pairs, his eyes find ours, making my heart stutter.

"This year brings change," he continues. "After six years, the Ravenwood Pack surrenders their championship. Moon Shadow Pack claims victory."

Our pack erupts in howls and cheers. Jace stays composed beside me, but pride pulses through our bond like electricity.

"Alpha Jace Carter and Luna Aria, please come forward."

Wait—did he just call me?

I freeze. Pure panic floods my system. Jace stands and offers his hand.

"They've acknowledged you," he says, pride evident in his voice.

"But I'm just—"

"You're my Luna. My equal." His eyes blaze with certainty. "Now come on."

My legs move like wooden posts as we approach the platform. The crowd parts—hundreds of wolves watching my every step. I focus on not tripping, grateful for Jace's steady hand.

Elder Thorn bows to us both—the same deep bow, not diminished for me despite my humanity.

"Alpha Jace," Elder Thorn says, "you've impressed us all. For years you abstained from combat. Yet this year, you showed power that left many in awe." His gaze intensifies. "Some wonder if the old legends are true."

Whispers ripple through the crowd. What legends?

JACE

The legends. The original bloodlines. They've noticed.

I glance at Aria—so brave despite her fear. She's stood by me through everything—battles, rogue attacks, pack politics. She's earned this recognition a thousand times over.

When I first found her, I never dreamed she'd become my everything. That she'd carry my child.

*Should I show them?* I ask through our bond. *My Primal Wolf form? Should I tell them who I really am?*

Aria's eyes widen, but her mental voice is steady. *You were born to lead them, Jace. Not just our pack. All of them.*

*If I do this,* I warn, *we'll have to tell them about you too. The power the Moon Goddess gave you.*

She nods slightly. *I'm not afraid.*

I turn to Elder Thorn. "May I address everyone?"

Scanning the crowd—hundreds of wolves waiting expectantly—I take a deep breath. For generations, my family has hidden the truth. The time for secrets is over.

"There's a story," I begin, "about a princess who loved a common werewolf. When she became pregnant, the Primal Wolf King was enraged."

The crowd stills, captivated.

"The princess died protecting her mate and unborn child. Her mate delivered their son to a distant pack before being hunted down. That Alpha and Luna, having just lost their own child, raised him as their own."

I pause, letting them feel the weight of my words.

"This bloodline continued for generations, dormant until now." I meet Aria's eyes, drawing strength from her. "When I found my second-chance mate, Aria, we bonded under the Blood Moon. A month later, as she prepared for Moon Goddess Acceptance, the Moon Goddess herself visited us."

Gasps ripple through the gathering.

"She revealed that I am the first descendant to manifest the Primal Wolf form. I have royal bloodlines, and the Moon Goddess granted Aria the title of Wolf-Sage. That day was her first shift, so Aria isn't just human—she's human with wolf blood. Her wolf very likely carries the same potential."

Alpha Randall's voice cuts through the silence. "Forgive me, but that's quite a claim. How can we know this is true?"

The air suddenly shimmers before us, molecules dancing with ancient energy. A luminous figure materializes—female, ethereal, radiating power beyond comprehension.

The Moon Goddess.

Every wolf drops to their knees instantly. Even the oldest Alphas bow in reverence.

Her voice bypasses ears, resonating directly within minds:

"Because I say it is true."