The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

The Alpha King’s Human Mate

Chapter 91 Chapter 91

“It’s not the pain and the wounds that are the worst. The worst is the humiliation.”

Pascal Mercier

I could tell almost immediately by the soft footsteps that echoed down the hallway that it was Aria who’d come to visit

me, not Liam or anyone else. That was only confirmed when she ducked into the cell looking as nervous as always.

But any relief I might’ve had about not dealing with Liam became trepidation when I saw that Aria wasn’t holding food in

her hands, but a stack of clothes.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “You brought…clothes?”

Aria looked even less enthusiastic than I did, which was an accomplishment these days. Then again, our last conversation

hadn’t gone well, and most of that was my fault. I’d been too forceful about getting her to see she wasn’t being treated

right. I’d pushed too hard.

Aria could hardly meet my eyes. “Alpha Liam has requested for you to change and join his party,” she murmured.

If there was any sentence that could make my stomach drop, it was Chapter 91

that one. “His party?” I asked suspiciously.

“Yes,” Aria said, keeping her eyes on the floor, “Alpha is throwing a party in honor of his allies. He likes the girls to serve

drinks and food at these events, and…he asked for you to serve too.”

“Why does he want me? He hasn’t asked for my presence once since I’ve been here.”

“It’s not my position to question his commands,” Aria told me, thrusting the pile of clothes into my arms, “But you’ll

need to follow me upstairs so you can clean up. Alpha Liam said he’d like you to look pretty.”

A lump made its way into my throat, and I didn’t move from my spot on the floor. I wasn’t sure what Liam’s “parties”

entailed, but I could only assume this was a humiliation tactic. If he was asking me to serve food and drinks, it wasn’t

because he was short-staffed — it was because he and whoever else in attendance wanted to laugh at me. They wanted

to watch the human Queen debase herself in front of them.

Or worse. I didn’t want to think about what worse might be.

“You need to follow me,” Aria said, her voice a little firmer this time, “I don’t want to force you, but I will if I have to.”

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For a brief moment, I considered resisting. I considered pushing Aria against that heavy silver door and making a run for

it. But just as soon as I thought about it, | realized it was impractical.

Maybe I could overpower Aria, but I had no idea what awaited me beyond this cell. If Liam was throwing a party with all

of his allies, then this place was probably packed full of wolves who would love to sink their teeth into the human on the

run.

Escaping was a nice thought, but it wasn’t time. Yet.

Instead, I grabbed the clothes and heaved myself off the floor, following Aria out the door. After several days in the dark,

the lit hallway was almost blinding. It took me a minute to adjust to the light, and Aria said nothing as she waited for me.

Once I was no longer blinded, I got a full look at my surroundings for the first time.

This place really is a dungeon built hundreds of years ago.

The halll had the same dirty stone floor, and despite the brightness, the only source of light was the torches lining the

wall. Down the hallway, I could see several silver doors that looked identical to mine, and most likely, they led to cells

identical to mine too.

I didn’t get a ton of time to study the dungeon before Aria was urging me on. “Let’s go,” she said quietly and gestured

to a steep stairwell I hadn’t seen before. Following her lead, I began to ascend the stairs. Chapter 91

As we walked, the muscles in my legs were already burning and I realized that sitting on a dungeon floor for days had

done me no favors. I’d likely lost a chunk of the muscle mass I’d built in the self-defense

lessons with Ivan. .°) Just another reason why making my escape now isn’t the best choice.

When we reached the top, Aria glanced back to make sure I was still with her. She led down another hallway, but this one

didn’t look like it belonged to a dungeon — it had hardwood floors and real lamps.

We’re in a pack house, | realized.

They’ve been keeping me in a pack house this whole time. Liam’s pack house, I assume.

It didn’t look quite the same as the one at my father’s pack, but it was similar enough for me to recognize the structure.

T almost made a snarky comment about Liam having a medieval dungeon in his basement, but I managed to hold my

tongue. I had a

feeling Aria wouldn’t appreciate any backtalk about her Alpha.

There were several doors in the hallway, all of them closed, but Aria stopped in front of one. This one just looked like a

regular door, not like the heavy silver ones in the basement.

Aria turned the doorknob, revealing a small bare

it — just

and a vanity on the

She’d begun pulling out all sorts of makeup products and laying

table.

“It’s not just mine – a

twin bed. “Doesn’t that get a little

sleep here very often,” she confessed, “And

she did sleep when I realized I didn’t need

or maybe with someone

room, one that led to a bathroom. “You can take a shower

and conditioner in the shower.

the bedroom. Just a small shower, sink, and toilet with white tile floors. Not even a mirror to look at yourself in. However, as Aria shut the door behind me, I realized

clean myself in days.

even changed my outfit had been right before the coronation. The dingy cell

hadn’t been Chapter

second layer, and my hair was so knotted that I

permanently stay that way.

this was only happening so that I

about to turn down my first opportunity

as I could to appease Aria. I scrubbed at my

had become my hair.

heavenly on my bare skin, but not even a locked bathroom door and a shower curtain

I was still at Liam’s pack house, and he ~ or anyone else – could tear off the lock and walk

me finishing the shower much sooner than I would’ve liked. I toweled myself off

pile of clothes that I’d gotten from Aria: a plain pair of panties, a bra, and a sundress

too short.

– the dress dipped low enough to

barely reached the top of my thighs. It wasn’t as form-fitting

of dress you’d wear toa club, but something you’d dress your

the dress was that it contained

to complain. Who knew what

as it would go and opened the bathroom door. Aria

a similar sundress and doing her makeup. “How do you like the dress?” she asked,

over my outfit.

“I guess this is the

was his interpretation of that. The outfit was more feminine than anything else ~

Aria said, gesturing to the dirty

you.”

clutched the fabric tightly. She looked at me

that way, but I wasn’t going to give

had left of my status as Queen. I’d worn this on what was

just toss it

told me, “And you

anymore.” I

Besides, women like

of positions.”

the anger

It

said, “But… want to keep it. Just

a previous

didn’t immediately reply,

let you keep it. Alpha Liam would probably be

Alpha Liam. I’d

now.

that if you’re not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com, you might be missing

dive into the next chapter—it’s

with the vanity,” Aria said, “You can come do your makeup. Nothing

eyes trailed over the frizzy, knotted mess

hair up.”

that even mean? I wasn’t aware

make a

took a seat at the vanity and began applying

my features. With each stroke of the mascara brush or the lipstick tube, my

to take this mascara brush and shove it into

on my hair next, and as I did, Aria fiddled with something in the closet. There wasn’t much hope for

so I searched the vanity table for some

froze. My

at the closet to make sure Aria was still occupied before pulling it out

exactly what I

had been stuffed into the vanity table like something long forgotten, but as I held it in my fingers, there was no mistaking what it was: a

had a few fake rhinestones on it, but

that silver hurts werewolves. Chapter

this

by any means, but if I stuck someone hard enough, I might be

finished with your

I moved quickly, shoving the comb into the pocket of my

she walked over, she didn’t appear to have

movements.

about done,” I told her. I grabbed a couple of bobby pins and pulled my

softly. “You look good.

the silver comb in

his allies carried down the hallway, and it

unusual for the men, especially the warriors, to get a little drunk and have

for a moment. More often than not, I blended in with the

feared

nothing like the men from my father’s pack after

like were my mother’s drunk or high ex boyfriends,

wore a tanktop or touched my hair and told

Aria and several other girls dressed

I needed to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was about

humiliate or embarrass me in front of these

but there was no guarantee

going to be okay. No matter what happens, it’s going to

with plenty of embarrassment in your life, and

they

myself as I tried not to let the bundle of nerves in my stomach overwhelm me. I just needed to