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

—

a vanity on the other

all sorts of makeup products

table.

she murmured, “It’s not just mine – a couple

the twin bed. “Doesn’t that get a

very often,” she confessed, “And when we do, it’s usually one at

I didn’t need to — she’d already told me. She slept with

girls must’ve too or maybe

walked to another door I hadn’t seen in the room, one that led

shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Please make it quick

just as bare as the bedroom. Just a small shower, sink, and toilet with white tile floors. Not even a mirror to look at yourself in. However,

clean myself in days.

my outfit had been right before the

hadn’t

a second layer, and my hair was so

permanently stay that way.

knew this was only happening so that

to turn down my first opportunity for a shower in

appease Aria. I scrubbed

had become my hair.

not even a locked bathroom door and a shower

secure. I was still at Liam’s pack house, and he ~ or anyone else – could tear off the lock and walk in whenever they wanted. I doubted Aria would do much

the shower much sooner than I would’ve

I’d gotten from Aria: a plain pair of panties, a bra, and

too short.

the sundress on, that was confirmed – the dress dipped low enough to show off plenty of cleavage and

form-fitting as I

the kind of dress you’d wear toa club, but something

of the dress was that it contained pockets.

I also didn’t want to complain. Who knew what they’d give me if I caused

tugged the dress down as far as it would go and opened the bathroom

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

over my outfit.

“I guess this is the uniform

interpretation of that. The outfit was more feminine than anything else ~ definitely the kind of taste

the dirty coronation dress I held in

you.”

the fabric tightly.

way, but I wasn’t going to give this dress up. Maybe it

as Queen. I’d worn this on what was supposed to

just toss

Aria told

I

it’s true. Besides, women like

of positions.”

down the anger that threatened to

engage, Clark. It

accepted the deal,” I said, “But… want to keep it. Just as a token. Haven’t you ever wanted

from a

Aria didn’t immediately reply, I

you can’t tell anyone I let you

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

now.

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Aria said, “You can come

the frizzy, knotted mess of my

hair up.”

mean? I wasn’t aware that makeup c Chapter

make a woman

vanity and began applying natural makeup. As Aria

to enhance my features. With each stroke of the mascara

brush

fiddled with something

searched the vanity table for some bobby pins

then I froze. My breath hitched.

Aria

exactly what I think

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

fake rhinestones on it, but the actual comb was all

silver hurts werewolves.

this as

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

finished

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

over, she didn’t appear to

movements.

a couple of

look good. Are

fingered the silver comb in

his allies carried down the hallway, and it was a familiar

wasn’t unusual for the men, especially the warriors, to get a little drunk and

More often than not,

feared for

men sounded nothing like the men from my father’s

sounded like were my mother’s drunk or high ex boyfriends, who looked at me

my hair and told

kitchen with Aria and several other girls dressed in similar outfits, I tried not to

the sound. I needed to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was

embarrass me in front

still needed me alive as “bait,” but there was no guarantee he planned to leave me

matter what happens, it’s going to

of embarrassment in your

matter. Nothing they say or

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