The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 33 Chapter 33

“Families are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions yet our roots remain the

same.”

Unknown

As I stood inside the crowded LAX terminal, I couldn’t remember

the last time I’d felt so lost.

After Alessia and I had gotten off the plane, our goodbye was brief. She’d promised me that she’d

tell my family I was safe and wished me happy hunting — I’d rolled my eyes at that — and then

left. Apparently, one of her pack members was already waiting outside the terminal for her, so she

had no reason to wait around.

And now I was alone in a state I hadn’t been in for nearly seven years ~ not since I’d lived with my

mother. (7

When Alessia had first told me her pack lived in California, it had felt like fate. It was the state my

mom lived in, the state I’d lived the first eleven years of my life in. However, now that I was

actually sitting on a bench inside the LAX airport, the whole thing felt ridiculous.

Thadn’t seen my mom in seven years ~ I hadn’t even spoken on the phone with her since she’d

dropped me off at my dad’s house all those years ago. She’d made it clear she wasn’t interested in

any contact with me, so why did I think she’d take me in now?

She knows about the existence of werewolves, so maybe she’d be willing

to hear me out if I told her I was trying to escape from one. *

There was a small part of me that didn’t even want to contact my mom at all. If she could go so long

without even a phone call, did she really deserve to be in my life now?

But whatever pride or ego she had wounded with so many years of no contact would have to wait. I

was desperate. I didn’t have a lot of

options.

address or phone number for my mom. When I

we spent most of our time on the move –

couch of some “aunt” or “uncle.” There was no

possible that she might not live in California anymore but

life, and she

.*! I bet Uncle

lack of current contact information for my mom, I knew my best shot

my mom or finding her whereabouts was through

called him as a kid ~ was a

touch throughout the years. Living with my mom

as a kid, but Steve was one of the few things that didn’t change. No

were staying at the week or what

me while my

few times when he’d run off some of her unsavory

be the point of contact for my mom too.

mom was living in the same place or that she had even

Steve to know

friends’ houses so she could go on

had Steve’s number in case I needed something. I’d

the time I

and mom are

out that things changed ~ maybe

even born. He was

Uncle Steve

from my family, but none of them were urgent. They didn’t know I’d left

through the list of text

dad almost

Lily had written.

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