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.

the doorknob, revealing a small bare bedroom. There wasn’t

about it — just a

bed with white sheets and a vanity on the other

this your bedroom?” I asked. She’d begun pulling out all sorts of

table.

murmured, “It’s not just mine – a

towards the twin bed. “Doesn’t that get a

“And when we do, it’s usually one at

was about to ask where she did sleep when I realized I didn’t need to — she’d already told me. She slept

girls must’ve too or maybe with someone close

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

in the shower. Please make it

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 had

clean myself in days.

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

hadn’t

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

permanently stay that way.

so

wasn’t about to turn down my first

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

had become my hair.

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

pack house, and he ~ or anyone else – could tear off the lock and walk in

much sooner than I would’ve liked. I toweled

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

too short.

that was confirmed – the dress dipped low enough to

reached the top of my thighs. It wasn’t as form-fitting as I thought it would be, and the

dress you’d wear toa club, but something you’d dress your 1950s housewife up in.

dress was that

wasn’t my style by any means, but I also didn’t want to complain. Who knew

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

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

over my outfit.

“I guess this is the

and I guess this was his interpretation of that. The outfit was more feminine than anything else ~ definitely the kind of taste

the dirty coronation dress I held in my

you.”

clutched the fabric tightly. She looked

give this

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

going to let anyone just toss it away, especially

is ruined anyway,” Aria told me, “And you know…you’re not Chapter

I

Besides, women like

of positions.”

the anger that threatened

engage, Clark. It won’t change

“But… want to keep it. Just as a token. Haven’t you ever wanted to

from a

didn’t immediately reply,

sighed. “Alright…but you can’t tell anyone I let you keep it.

the comment I wanted to make about Alpha Liam. I’d gotten to keep the dress ~ that’s

now.

not reading this book on n??el5s.com, you might be

dive into the next chapter—it’s all

finished with the vanity,” Aria said, “You can come do your

knotted mess of my hair, “But

hair up.”

What does that even mean? I wasn’t aware that makeup

a woman

the vanity and began applying natural makeup. As Aria instructed,

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

to take this mascara brush and

I did, Aria fiddled with something in

I searched the vanity table for some bobby pins and a

then I froze. My breath hitched. Is that what I think it

Aria

what I think

but as I held it

had a few fake rhinestones on it, but the actual comb

know that silver hurts werewolves. Chapter

this

any means, but if I stuck

you finished

the sound of Aria’s voice drifting behind me, I moved quickly,

over, she didn’t appear to have

movements.

I told her. I grabbed a couple of bobby pins and pulled my hair

softly. “You look good. Are you ready

comb in my pocket

allies carried down the

a little drunk and

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

feared for my

like the men

men sounded like were my mother’s drunk or high ex

when I wore a tanktop or touched my hair and told

stood in the kitchen with Aria and several other girls dressed in similar outfits, I tried

I needed to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was about to walk

embarrass me in front of

there was

matter what happens, it’s going to be okay.

plenty of embarrassment in your

Nothing they say

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