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.

phone number for my mom. When

of our time on the move – living in shitty apartments,

couch of some “aunt” or “uncle.” There was no telling where she’d be

she might not live in California anymore but I doubted it. My

life, and she had never

roots behind. .*! I bet Uncle Steve knows where

information for my mom,

finding her whereabouts was

always called him as a kid ~ was a

stayed in touch throughout the years. Living with my

Steve was one of the few things that didn’t

were staying at the week or what new boyfriend she had, Steve

food or babysit me while my

few times when he’d run off some

to be the point of contact

living in the same place or that she had even paid her cellphone bill, but

trust Steve to know where she was.

houses so

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

time

mom are still

that things changed ~ maybe they’d

years before I was even born. He was the only

Uncle Steve would be

them were urgent. They didn’t know I’d left

I skimmed through the list

and dad about your mate. Pretty sure dad almost had a heart

Lily had written.

We should talk about what this

that his human

reminder that if you’re not reading this

complete story. Head over

pack’s advantage. “= 1 ignored every

rized since t

By the third ring, I was beginning

number when

I

re?” Steve repeated. “

ve,” I fin

one. Silence hung over the line

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