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.

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

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

like I remembered too —

had a thing for citrus

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

and even with my head buried into his

still as big as tree trunks.

heavily-tattooed arms didn’t

as

guy” part.

He pulled back and

smile on his

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

sappy stuff. Let’s get inside. I’m sure

drink.”

deny that a

cozy as the outside,

meo

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

A

scratched the back of his neck. “Well,

for, uh, awhile.

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

you as a kid. You were also

yours

“Speaking of your mother,” he said,

Why don’t you take a seat at the table and I’ll whip you up some

from across the room, kid. You still

cheese?”

I said, taking

hen t

to cook for myself. I couldn’t

was on

my dad, the days of box mac

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