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.

turned the doorknob, revealing a small bare bedroom.

— just a

white sheets and a vanity on the other

begun pulling out all

table.

“It’s not just mine –

towards the twin bed.

confessed, “And when we do, it’s

sleep when I realized I didn’t need to — she’d already

other girls must’ve too or maybe with someone close

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

shower. Please make it quick though. I’ll be

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 it was the first opportunity I’d

clean myself in days.

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

hadn’t

skin like a second layer, and my hair was so knotted that I was afraid

permanently stay that way.

knew this was only happening so that I could look presentable enough to humiliate at

turn down my first opportunity

as I could to appease Aria. I scrubbed at my skin until it

had become my hair.

bare skin, but not even a locked bathroom door

else – could tear off the lock and walk in whenever they wanted. I doubted

much sooner than I would’ve liked. I toweled

from Aria: a plain pair of panties,

too short.

on, that was confirmed – the dress dipped low enough to show off

as form-fitting

you’d wear toa club,

dress was that it contained pockets. Chapter

want to complain.

a sigh, I tugged the dress down as far as it would

her makeup. “How do you like the dress?” she asked,

over my outfit.

replied, “I guess this is

pretty,” and I guess this was his interpretation of that. The outfit was more feminine than anything

Aria said, gesturing to the dirty coronation dress I held in my arms, “I’ll

you.”

the fabric tightly. She looked at me

going to give this dress up. Maybe it was

only thing I had left of my status as Queen. I’d worn this on what was supposed to be

to let anyone just toss it away, especially not

anyway,” Aria told me, “And you know…you’re

anymore.” I glared at

Besides, women like you and

of positions.”

down the anger that threatened to bubble

Clark. It

deal,” I said, “But… want to keep

a

Aria didn’t immediately reply, I added,*

sighed. “Alright…but you can’t tell anyone I let you keep it. Alpha Liam would probably be

wanted to make about Alpha Liam. I’d

now.

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can come do

trailed over the frizzy, knotted mess of my hair, “But perhaps.

hair up.”

I wasn’t aware that

a woman

I took a seat at the vanity and began applying natural makeup. As Aria instructed, I didn’t apply

the mascara brush or the lipstick tube,

this mascara brush and shove

fiddled with something in the closet. There wasn’t much hope for brushing

searched the vanity table for some bobby pins and

then I froze.

the closet to make sure Aria was

I

had been stuffed into the vanity table like something long forgotten, but as I held it in my fingers, there

fake rhinestones on it, but the actual comb was all

that silver hurts werewolves. Chapter

this as

but if I stuck

you finished

I moved

as she walked over, she didn’t

movements.

told her. I grabbed a couple

look good. Are

fingered the silver comb in

Liam and his allies carried down the hallway, and

get a

for a moment. More often

never feared for my

sounded nothing like the men from my father’s pack

had a six pack. What Liam’s men sounded like were my

long when I wore a tanktop or touched my hair and told me I was starting to

Aria and several other

of the sound. I needed to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was about to walk into. Liam

humiliate or embarrass me in front

me alive as “bait,” but there was no guarantee he

be okay. No matter what happens,

with plenty of embarrassment in your life, and

matter. Nothing they say

bundle of nerves in my stomach overwhelm me. I just needed to