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.

back at me before Aria turned the doorknob,

it — just

and a vanity on the

begun pulling out all sorts of makeup products and laying them out on

table.

of,” she murmured, “It’s not just mine – a couple of girls share

twin bed. “Doesn’t that

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

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

must’ve too or maybe

seen in the room, one that led to

some shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Please make it quick

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.

time I’d showered or even changed my outfit had been right before the coronation. The dingy cell

in hadn’t been

either. Dirt and grime clung to my 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

my first opportunity for a shower in

to appease Aria. I scrubbed at my skin until it rubbed red, and

had become my hair.

on my bare skin, but not even a locked bathroom door

still at Liam’s pack house, and he ~ or anyone else – could tear off

much sooner than I would’ve

from Aria: a plain pair of panties, a bra, and a

too short.

that was confirmed – the dress dipped low enough to show off plenty of

form-fitting

dress you’d wear toa club, but something

dress was that it contained pockets. Chapter

want to complain. Who knew

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

a similar sundress and doing her makeup. “How do you like the

over my outfit.

replied, “I guess this is

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

the dirty coronation dress I held in my arms, “I’ll throw it out

you.”

No!” Instantly, my hands clutched the fabric tightly. She looked at me with wide

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

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

wasn’t going to let anyone just

dress is ruined anyway,” Aria told me, “And

anymore.” I glared at

Liam’s deal,” she told me softly, “You know it’s true. Besides, women like

of positions.”

the anger

engage, Clark. It won’t

the deal,” I said, “But… want to keep it. Just as a

a previous

Aria didn’t immediately

tell anyone I let you keep

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

now.

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with the vanity,” Aria said, “You can come

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

hair up.”

that even mean? I wasn’t aware that makeup c

make a woman look

and began applying natural makeup. As Aria instructed, I didn’t apply much

stroke of the mascara brush or the lipstick tube, my

this mascara brush and

as I did, Aria fiddled with something in the closet.

so I searched the vanity table for

products, and then I froze.

to make sure Aria was still occupied before

I think

table like something long forgotten, but as I held it in my fingers, there was no mistaking

on it, but the

that silver hurts

use this as

bristles weren’t knives by any means, but if I stuck someone hard enough,

you finished with your

behind me, I moved quickly, shoving the comb into

And as she walked over, she didn’t appear to have

movements.

her. I grabbed a couple of bobby pins and pulled

look good. Are you

fingered the silver comb in my pocket as I

carried down

a little drunk and have a good time after

never felt uncomfortable around them, not for a moment. More often than not,

feared for

like the men from my father’s pack after

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

hair

Aria and several other girls dressed in similar outfits, I tried not to focus on

prepare myself for whatever I was about to walk into. Liam wanted

or embarrass

was no guarantee

what happens, it’s going to be okay. It’s just

plenty of embarrassment in your

not matter. Nothing they say or

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