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

grown up!” I managed to wrap

too — like tobacco smoke and citrus.

had a thing for

a large man. Not as tall as my dad or most of the male wolves

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

still as big

heavily-tattooed arms didn’t make

known him as a big softie, he certainly

guy” part.

to see you.” He pulled back and I caught a glimpse at

on

you, kid,” he said, and

inside.

drink.”

couldn’t deny that a

was just as cozy as the outside, and the

meo

pillows on the couch. For as long as I

Clark. A lot

neck. “Well, there is someone,” he

uh, awhile.

We can talk more about that later, but

you as a kid. You were also rescuing my mom from

yours

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

you take a seat at the table and I’ll whip

your stomach growling from across the room, kid.

cheese?”

said,

hen t

I couldn’t always

she was on

dad, the days of box mac and cheese were over. Worrying

was no longer my responsibility. That was now Grace’s responsibility. |