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.

he pulled me into a crushing hug.

look so grown up!” I managed to wrap my arms around his large

like I remembered too — like tobacco smoke

had a thing for

as my dad or most of the male

bulk. He was a gym rat and even with my head buried into his

still as big as

and heavily-tattooed arms didn’t make

him as a big

guy” part.

“It’s good to see you.” He pulled back and I caught

on

how much I’ve missed you, kid,” he said, and I could

Let’s get inside. I’m sure you could use something to

drink.”

deny that

as cozy as the outside, and the house

meo

on the couch. For as long as I could remember, Steve wasn’t much of

Clark. A

neck. “Well, there is

uh,

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

as a kid. You were also rescuing my mom

yours

me a half-hearted chuckle. “Speaking of your mother,” he said, “She’ll

Why don’t you take a seat at

your stomach growling from across the

cheese?”

said, taking a

hen t

first things [’d learned to cook for myself. I couldn’t always

on a bender

dad, the days of box mac and

my responsibility. That was