The Alpha's Human Mate

Chapter 2At the palace, the Alpha King paced up and down. He was supposed to go to the school today, but he didn’t feel like it. He knew no girls had turned 18, and the other girls could wait for all he cares. He didn’t want to go look for harem girls, even though the other Alpha’s liked it when he sent some his way. He needed to stop sending them girls. He didn’t know why he had started that anyway, but he supposed it helped to keep the other packs from starting a war with him, by keeping the unmated Alphas happy. Something wasn’t right though. He could feel it. It was almost a feeling of jealousy, and then a feeling of anger.He felt lust for someone else. He didn’t like to feel that way. He paced around his office. The door opened .“Alpha, the girls are waiting for you at the school,” Wane said.“Not today Wane. They will have to wait another week.”Wane looked surprised. “Damien? Are you okay?”

Damien went to the school, unannounced. Wouldn’t everyone be surprised, Damien grinned as he got out of the limo with Wane and four of his guards. He was glad he was coming in unannounced.He was sick of all the girls dressing like prostitutes, hoping he would choose one of them. As they headed into the school, Damien's wolf perked up and began to sniff. “She is here." he said, urging Damien to hurry to the cafeteria where the students were eating lunch.As the men walked in, all conversation stopped. Every eye was on the Alpha King. The King was here? Today? Not one of the girls was dressed to entertain him. The girls all started to primp themselves, but he was not watching any of them, he only saw one girl, and she was absolutely stunning, what he could see of her. She was nicely built, had beautiful brown, curly hair that went past her shoulders, and her scent hitting him like a ton of bricks. It was chocolate, rose, and or

“Jane, why?” he asked her, his wolf hurting to see his mate hurt. Damien knelt down by her, pulling her to him while she cried.“Why would you try and kill yourself?” he asked softly.“I don’t want to be one of your sex slaves.I don't want to be them,” she whispered pushing herself away from him.“You will never be a slave, you are my mate,” he assured her and then stood up to grab towels and bandages. He then mind linked Wane. “I need your help. She tried to slit her wrists. I need some pain killers and some medications for her wounds.”“Yes, Alpha,” was the response.Wane appeared in the room moments later, he had come through the adjoining door also. He knelt down by Jane. “Luna, you do know if you kill yourself, your Alpha will die also,” Wane pointed out.She snorted. “No, he won’t. He hasn’t marked me or touched me, so he is just fine.”

Jane sighed heavily and walked again for a bit, and then headed back inside again. She frowned when she headed inside. Wane was holding a girl, who was scantily dressed. “I told you, get to your room, you are getting out of here today.”“No. I will not listen to you. You are not the Alpha. He is the only one who tells me what to do, and where to do it,” she smirked at him and then seeing Jane standing there she grinned at her. “Well, well, another slut, but I am his favorite, you will never have him, he is mine, and mine alone.”Jane had heard enough. She ran back outside. She couldn’t stay there, there was no way. She ran to the gates of the palace and pushed the button to open the gates. It started to open, so she snuck through and began to run. She couldn’t handle being there. She would rather die than be held prisoner. She heard someone chasing her, and sta

Happy to go through her stuffs, Jane ate her lunch quickly, then headed to the closet to change. She looked at all of her clothes hanging up and grabbed a pink hoodie and some jeans, slipped them on, and then sat on the floor and opened a box. She smiled as she saw her photos. She would start by hanging those up. She was grateful that someone had brought her everything from her room, and from the storage closet in the hallway of her house. Her parents must have told the men where her things were. She picked up the box and put it onto her bed, then looked around at the walls. There were a few paintings hanging up, but she didn’t like them. They were modern ones. She hated modern art, it looked so ugly. She stood on the bed and pulled a picture down, and then the other one on the east wall. She set them next to the door, to send somewhere. She then opened the doors that led to a balcony. She walked out and smiled. The balcony sat above a large lawn an