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.

glance back at me before Aria turned the doorknob, revealing a small bare bedroom. There

— just

sheets and a vanity on the other side of the

this your bedroom?” I asked. She’d begun pulling out all sorts of makeup products and laying them out

table.

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

bed. “Doesn’t

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

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

too or maybe

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

conditioner in the shower. Please make it quick though. I’ll be

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

clean myself in days.

showered or even changed my outfit had been

in hadn’t

second layer,

permanently stay that way.

happening so that I could look presentable enough to humiliate

about to turn down my

kept it as quick as I could to appease Aria. I scrubbed at my skin until it rubbed red, and tackled

had become my hair.

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

pack house, and he ~ or anyone else – could tear

much sooner than I would’ve liked.

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

too short.

I pulled the sundress on, that was confirmed – the dress dipped low

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

kind of dress you’d wear toa club, but something you’d dress your 1950s housewife up

part of the dress was

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

as far as it would go and opened the

doing her makeup. “How do

over my outfit.

this is the uniform

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

me your old outfit,” Aria said, gesturing to the dirty coronation dress I held in

you.”

the fabric tightly. She looked at me

going to give this dress up.

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

wasn’t going to let anyone just toss

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

I glared

me softly, “You know it’s true. Besides, women like you and

of positions.”

swallowed down the anger that threatened to

engage, Clark. It won’t change

keep it. Just as a token. Haven’t

a previous

didn’t immediately reply, I

you can’t tell anyone I let you

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

now.

reminder that if you’re not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com,

over there to dive into the next chapter—it’s all

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

knotted

hair up.”

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

make a woman

began applying natural makeup. As Aria instructed, I

to enhance my features. With each stroke of the mascara brush or the lipstick

mascara brush and shove it into Liam’s

Aria fiddled with something in the closet. There wasn’t

so I searched the vanity table for some bobby pins and a

then I froze. My breath hitched. Is

sure Aria

exactly what I think it

I held it

rhinestones on it, but the actual

know that silver hurts werewolves.

this as a

stuck someone hard enough, I might be able to impale

finished

Aria’s voice drifting behind me, I moved quickly, shoving the comb into the pocket

as possible. And as she walked over, she didn’t appear to

movements.

I told her. I grabbed a couple of bobby pins

at me softly. “You look good.

silver comb in my pocket

his allies carried down the

warriors, to get a little drunk and have a good

for a moment. More often

never feared

the men from my father’s pack after

were my

tanktop or touched my hair and told

other

to mentally prepare myself for whatever I was

humiliate or embarrass

was

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

of embarrassment in your life,

matter. Nothing they say

I tried not to let the bundle of nerves in my stomach overwhelm me.