The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 34 “There is no land like the land of your childhood.” Michael Powell

My heart was a drum pounding in my chest as I stood on the porch of a tiny white house. It was tiny

and tucked into the suburbs, so much so that even my Uber driver had missed it. There wasn’t

anything glamorous about it but I could tell it was well-loved. The tiny garden by the front of the

house was blossoming and the white picket fence looked freshly washed. |)

This was the address Steve had given me. It was nearly an hour from the airport in a tiny, suburban

town called Yorba Linda. It was a relatively easy trek from the airport even if the Uber ride had been

costly.

This is it, Clark. Just ring the doorbell.

As I pressed the doorbell, I could feel the adrenaline pumping

through my veins. Fight or flight, Clark? It’s not too late.

Part of me wanted to turn around and take off. Where I’d go, I’m not sure. But now that I was

actually standing in front of the door, all I wanted to do was flee. I felt completely unprepared. It

had been seven years — what was I supposed to say to the woman who abandoned me seven years

ago?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have any more time to mull it over. I heard the echo of footsteps on the other

side, and then suddenly, the door opened and I was face-to-face with Uncle Steve.

Fight, it is.

A knot settled into my stomach. He looked almost identical to what Iremembered him to be – with

just a few more wrinkles and a thinner face.

voice boomed, and then he pulled me into a crushing hug. “It’s so good

up!” I managed to wrap my arms around his large frame,

remembered too —

thing

as my dad or most of the male wolves I’d known, but he

was a gym rat and even with

big as tree

and heavily-tattooed arms didn’t make

intimidating either. While I’d always known him as a big

guy” part.

breathed, “It’s good to see you.” He pulled back and I caught a glimpse at the

on

much I’ve missed you, kid,” he

sappy stuff. Let’s get inside.

drink.”

deny

as the outside, and the

meo

as I

Clark. A lot

and scratched the back of his neck. “Well,

uh, awhile.

more about that later, but she makes me happy, Clark.”

you as a kid. You were also rescuing my

yours

chuckle. “Speaking of your mother,”

a seat at the table and I’ll whip you

the room, kid. You

cheese?”

said,

hen t

to cook for myself. I couldn’t always count on my mother to provide

was on

my dad, the days of box

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