The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

“Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.”

– Elizabeth Bowen

If you were to ask my parents to describe my older brother, they’d tell you he was a natural leader. Fearless and courageous, the kind of man born to lead armies.

And if you asked them to describe my sister, they’d gush about her sweet disposition and her selfless heart.

But me?

There’s only one word my parents would use to describe me: human.

You might not think that “human” could be used as an insult, but somehow, I’ve spent my entire life wearing this word like a badge of shame. When I showed up on my Alpha father’s doorstep at twelve, he told the rest of the pack that I was there because of my human mother’s failure. I was thrust into the wolf pack – literally – but my status as the only human there made me an instant outcast. I couldn’t run or wrestle or shift into wolves like the rest of the neighborhood kids. I’d never meet my mate or experience that instantaneous true love that mated pairs had.

I was still the Alpha’s kid, and while that might’ve saved me from the bullies, it didn’t mean I fit in. The werewolf world was drastically different from the human one, and to them, my humanity was a weakness.

My father never told me he was ashamed of me, but I could still feel his disappointment – it hung in the air every time he called me his human daughter or explained that I was the product of a short affair with a human woman eighteen- years-ago. 2

My stepmom, my father’s true mate, did try to make me feel included. She was the epitome of the perfect Luna – gentle and good-natured – but I could still tell she was ashamed of me. If there was ever evidence that her family wasn’t perfect, I was living proof of it. Every time she looked at me, she was reminded that her mate had cheated on her.)

Try as they might, none of this made a good recipe for the perfect family. I’d spent

six

years living under my father’s roof, in his pack, and in the werewolf world, but I’d already accepted that I’d never fit in there.

*Or so I thought. *

Despite making plans to go to college far, far away from the pack that had no room

for me, my life was about to change completely. Something technically,

someone

—

of space in the werewolf

*Dear Clark Bellevue,

unable to offer you admission into the University of Florida at this time. We appreciate the

are confident you will go on to achieve great things in

*Best Regards,

Dean of Admissions

University of Florida*

–

the rejection email at least five different times, my eyes darting across the screen for something I might’ve missed. Unfortunately, there was no hidden. message to be found it was just another generic rejection email from another college that didn’t want me. My senior year of high school was ending, and although I had applied to an endless list

–

applied for

about was finding a college that was far away. Somewhere far enough where I’d have an

(and distant) climate would’ve been perfect – but it didn’t

“Clark!”

Lily, yelling my name. I barely had time to exit out of my Gmail screen before Lily was bursting into my

you for the past five minutes,” she sighed, leaning against my door

was tall, fair- skinned, with long, blonde locks that never seemed frizzy or out-of-control. Her and my brother both shared my father’s bright, blue eyes. Her eyes were her best feature, and they constantly seemed like they were

might be missing out on the complete

to tune you out, Lil,”

wants to see us, there’s a big meeting tonight at the pack house. A bunch of people are going

meetings weren’t unusual for

required to attend. As Blacktooth Pack’s only resident human, I wasn’t a huge part of pack business. I couldn’t shift, which meant I couldn’t participate in patrols or

asking

told me to come get

you

any more time waiting for me, and I watched

room.

why I’m being summoned, I thought, this must

With high ceilings and hardwood floors, our family house was one of the largest in the pack a perk that came with being part of the Alpha’s family. Photos of Lily and my brother, Sebastian’s, accomplishments hung on the walls like the trophies they were: Lily as a baby, Seb at his first pack

room. Dad lounged in the recliner like it was his throne with Grace perched on his lap while Sebastian stood awkwardly by the

booming voice echoed around the room, “We’ve got a pack meeting tonight and we’ll need both

eyes as Lily, and his strong jawline

if you weren’t her step-daughter was my