The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 95

ARIA

I was already teetering on the edge, body spent but still hungry for his dick. His teeth sank into that mark, sharp and possessive, and it was like a switch flipped. Pleasure exploded through me, raw and overwhelming, harder than any orgasm I'd felt yet.

"Jace, please, oh yes!" I cried, voice hoarse as I came apart around his cock, my pussy clenching tight, milking him.

"Damn, sweetheart," he growled, thrusts turning erratic as he lost control.

With a final, deep push, he fucked me hard, coming inside my cunt, spilling hot and thick as his grip on my thighs bruised my skin. We stayed there, panting, water washing over us as the high slowly faded.

My body felt wrecked, utterly spent, every muscle trembling, my breasts heaving with each breath.

He eased his penis out of me, and I felt the warmth of his cum trickle down my inner thighs, mixing with the water. My legs wobbled when he set me down, barely able to hold my weight, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

Guiding me to the wooden bench in the shower, he sat me down gently, hands steadying me. Then he grabbed the soap, lathering it over my skin with careful strokes, washing away the sweat and mess between my legs, his fingers gentle on my oversensitive clit and pussy.

His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the way he'd just fucked me raw, cleaning my breasts and nipples with the same care.

I watched him through half-lidded eyes, chest still heaving. He worked in silence, focused, making sure every part of me was taken care of. When he finished, he grabbed the handheld showerhead, rinsing off the suds, the warm stream soothing against my overworked body. My mind, though, churned with something heavier—how he could fuck me so hard, wreck my cunt so completely, then handle me like I was something precious.

"Feeling okay?" he asked, voice quiet now, almost too soft for the man who'd just fucked me senseless.

I nodded, too tired to speak, but the weight of his gaze pinned me. There was something in it, something I couldn't name, and it made my pulse kick up again despite everything.

Afterward, Jace washed my body and hair with gentle hands. This wasn't the powerful Alpha everyone saw, but my mate, tender and attentive. His fingers massaged my scalp, drawing a contented sigh from my lips.

"I wish we could stay here," I whispered.

"Soon," he promised. "Once this is over."

Back in the bedroom, I chose comfortable clothes for the journey home—athletic pants, a fitted top, and a loose hoodie. As I packed, I deliberately grabbed one of Jace's shirts and stuffed it into my bag. I needed something with his scent for the days ahead.

Jace noticed but said nothing, just smiled knowingly. When my bag was packed, he lifted it before I could. His instinctive move was so caring it sent a warmth through me.

"Ready?" he asked.

No. I wasn't ready to leave him. But I nodded anyway.

I stopped short at the bottom of the stairs. Alpha Marcus and another Alpha—Randall, I recognized—stood waiting in the lobby. Their presence filled the room, power radiating from both men.

"King Jace," Marcus greeted, inclining his head. "Queen Aria."

"I haven't been crowned yet," Jace reminded him, voice humble despite his authority.

"Thank you both for coming," he continued, genuine gratitude in his tone.

Marcus explained he had planned to come alone, but Randall joined when he learned of the situation. Apparently, his niece had married into Ironwood Pack.

"We rarely hear from her," Randall said, frowning. "Now I understand why."

"Let's get Aria breakfast and arrange her departure home before we discuss plans," Jace said.

Both Alphas nodded, respecting Jace's priorities as a mate before addressing Pack business.

The dining room was quiet this early. Jace and I sat alone, eating in comfortable silence. Words seemed unnecessary—our glances and touches communicated everything. His hand found mine across the table, squeezing gently.

"Aurora will be excited to see you," he said.

"She'll ask for you immediately," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Tell her I'll be home soon."

I nodded, throat tight.

Outside, Ethan approached us with a report: "Everything's ready, Alpha and Luna. Jaspar will shift and follow the vehicle. Robert and Martha will ride with Luna."

Jace pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me deeply, as if trying to memorize the feel of my lips against his.

"Travel safely," he whispered. "Let me know when you get home. Kiss Aurora for me."

"I will," I promised. "You have to be careful. Come back quickly."

"I promise," he said, determination burning in his eyes.

He opened the car door for me, ever the gentleman even in crisis.

As the car pulled away, I looked back one last time.

*I love you, Jace,* I sent through our mind link.

*I love you too, darling,* his voice echoed in my mind, warm and certain.

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes, wishing time would pass quickly so I could be back with Jace again.

Robert cleared his throat from the front seat. "We should reach Moon Shadow territory by nightfall if we push hard."

"Then push hard," I replied, staring out the window as trees blurred past. "I want to get home to Aurora."

I didn't say the other part out loud: So I can start counting down until I can return for my mate.

Martha reached over and patted my hand. "He'll be fine, dear. Your Alpha is strong."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Martha was right—Jace was strong. But even strong wolves could be overwhelmed by numbers. And if anything happened to him...

I dug my claws into my palms, welcoming the sharp pain as a distraction from my thoughts.

"Luna?" Robert's concerned voice broke into my thoughts.

I realized he'd asked me something. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you wanted to stop for lunch in about two hours."

"No," I said firmly. "We stop only for gas and necessities. I want to reach home as quickly as possible."

I need to get home fast. Distract myself from thoughts of Jace. His face haunts me. His voice echoes in my mind. I can't keep doing this to myself.

Robert nodded, exchanging a look with Martha. The car accelerated, speeding down the highway as they rushed to reach the Moon Shadow Pack in record time.

Chapter 99 Chapter99

JACE

Watching the car leave was harder than I expected. I stood there at the edge of the lodge property, feeling a piece of me drive away with Aria. Ever since Warren kidnapped her, I hadn't wanted her out of my sight. But here I was, standing alone while my pregnant mate headed home without me.

Damn it. I knew this was the right call, but it didn't make it any easier. My wolf, Phantom, paced restlessly inside me, already missing his mate as much as I missed mine. But I had to ensure she got away safely. She and our unborn son were my top priority—always.

I watched until the car disappeared around the bend, then forced myself to turn away. There was work to do.

-

"Alphas. My apologies for keeping you waiting. I had to make sure she would get going safely," I said as I entered the lodge's conference room.

Alpha Randall nodded. "No need for apologies. We understand completely."

Alpha Marcus was studying a map spread across the table. "Family comes first. Always."

For the next hour, we discussed strategies for entering Ironwood Pack territory. These wolves operated under archaic rules, treating females as property rather than equals. The thought made my blood boil, especially knowing Emma—Martha and Robert's daughter—was trapped there.

"I believe our best approach is direct contact," Marcus suggested. "As the new King, your request for a meeting would be difficult to refuse."

"Agreed," Randall added. "The new Alpha will want to establish his reputation. Meeting with you offers him legitimacy."

I nodded. "I'll call and propose a diplomatic visit. Something formal enough to pique his interest but not threatening enough to put him on guard."

I dialed the number for the Alpha's office at Ironwood Pack. It rang continuously with no answer. Not even voicemail. Strange.

"No answer," I reported, setting down my phone. "We'll try again later."

-

Back in my temporary office, I checked my watch for the fifth time in twenty minutes. Aria should be almost home by now. The drive took just over eight hours with stops. Robert was a careful driver, but I knew they'd push hard to reach Moon Shadow territory before nightfall.

My phone rang. Robert's name flashed on the screen.

"Robert, everything okay?" I asked immediately.

"Yes, Alpha. We've arrived safely. Luna Aria fell asleep about an hour ago. She was exhausted but fine. Martha took her straight to bed."

Relief washed through me. "Thank you, Robert. I appreciate everything you've done."

"Of course, Alpha. Your daughter is quite excited to see her mother again."

Mother. Not step-mother. The way Robert naturally referred to Aria as Aurora's mother made my chest tighten. Because she was—in every way that mattered.

After ending the call, I texted the Alphas to suggest meeting again in a few hours. Both agreed. I stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the one thing I needed most.

I felt her before I heard her. A warm pulse through our bond, a distant awareness of her consciousness reaching for mine. Our connection was stronger than most mates'—another gift from the Moon Goddess when she blessed our union.

*Jace?*

Her voice in my head was the sweetest sound.

*Baby! Hey. Did you get home?*

*Yes. We just got here. Not even out of the car yet.*

I closed my eyes, picturing her there, exhausted but safe.

*Good. I'll call later to say goodnight to you and Aurora.*

*Talk to you later. Be careful. Her concern flowed through our bond.*

*I promise, baby.*

When the connection faded, I texted Robert again: [Thank you for getting her home safely.]

His response came seconds later: [It was my honor, Alpha. She is safely inside now. Aurora hasn't left her side.]

I smiled at that. My daughter adored Aria—had since the first day they met. One more reason to handle this Ironwood business quickly and get home to my family.

Hunger finally drove me downstairs around eight. I planned to order food for everyone, but when I reached the kitchen, I found Alpha Randall standing at the stove, stirring something that smelled incredible.

"Ah, my King," he said with a hint of humor in his voice.

"I was coming down to order us some dinner," I said, surprised to find one of the most powerful Alphas in the country cooking dinner.

"As you can see, that won't be necessary." He gestured to the pan where venison steaks sizzled.

I couldn't resist snapping a quick photo. "Nobody would believe the mighty Alpha Randall wears an apron and cooks."

He laughed. "There's much about me people wouldn't believe."

As he worked, he explained how he'd disappeared for several years after his mate died. His Beta had managed the pack under his authority, proving himself capable and loyal.

"I was in no state to lead anyone," Randall admitted. "Grief can destroy even the strongest Alpha."

"Did you have children?" I asked, then immediately regretted the question when his hands stilled over the stove.

"I had triplets," he said quietly. "Two boys and a girl. They were killed the same night as my mate."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

Randall shook his head. "It was many years ago."

I remembered the stories about Randall that had circulated through the packs. His family had been attacked during a Blood Moon by the Silver Blade Hunters. Only his sister, her mate, and their daughter survived. After the attack, Randall vanished. Some said he'd hunted down the lead Hunter alone. Others claimed he'd lived among the rogues or even worked with friendly witches from the native tribes.

When he returned years later, he rebuilt his pack into one of the strongest in the country. The Bloodfang Clan was feared and respected by all.

"But this seems like a good time to ask you for a favor, my King," Randall said, looking up from the steaks.

"Ask away, Alpha."

"When I step down, I request that you accept my pack into yours."

The request stunned me. Before I could respond, Randall lowered himself to one knee and bowed his head—a formal gesture of respect rarely seen among Alphas.

"Please stand, Alpha Randall," I said quickly, uncomfortable with the powerful wolf kneeling before me.

He stood but kept his head slightly bowed.

"It would be an honor to welcome your pack into mine," I told him sincerely. "When we relocate to the federation headquarters, there will be ample space to build and prepare for your people."

Gratitude flashed across his face. "Thank you. I considered other packs, but with your relocation, I believe you'll have the most room for my wolves."

"Your pack members could come early to help with the building," I suggested. "It would give them time to integrate gradually."

"A perfect arrangement," Randall agreed, returning to the stove.

Dinner was laid out on the table when Alpha Marcus joined us. The three of us ate in companionable silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I was halfway through my steak when Marcus suddenly spoke.

"He called back," he announced.

I looked up sharply. The Ironwood Alpha had finally responded.