The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 37 “There is no such thing as fun for the whole family.” Jerry Seinfeld

I told mom and Steve everything ~ how I got roped into attending a diplomatic meeting in Canada,

meeting Griffin, deciding to run, and then leaving with Alessia.

By the time I was done recounting the story, they were both staring at me in disbelief. I couldn’t

really blame them. The past week of my life had been crazy, like the plot of some romance novel

you found thrown in the clearance section at Barnes & Noble.

Except this wasn’t fiction. Werewolves, royalty, and possessive mates ~ this was my actual life.

“Oh my,” my mother muttered, and she exchanged glances with Steve. “Clark, I…don’t even know

what to say.”

Steve looked just as shaken.

“L know it’s a lot,” I said, “And if you don’t want me here, I would understand. It’s a risk asking

you guys to get involved. I could find somewhere else to go.” “What? No,” Steve’s voice boomed

across the room, “No way we’re letting you fend for yourself, kid.” He turned to my mom, and she

nodded in agreement.

“Steve is right, Clark,” she said, “I know firsthand how dangerous the world of werewolves can be,

and it sounds like you’ve got one of the most dangerous at your heels. Our home is always open to

you, and you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like.” \*

through me. Whatever anticipation and fear that I’d had

or throwing me out once she heard about

— was rapidly disappearing.

relaxed I had in the past week.

there were no possessive mates anywhere to be found. No

politics to

worry about. (1)

me, my mom, and Steve – the way it was meant

those years ago.

won’t be a burden. I just want

and squeezed my hand. “Honey,” she

be a burden to me. And it’s good that you’re here. It’ll give us

can sample some of my cooking,” Steve piped in,

nobody to tell me if my

Uncle Steve,

Life with them was simple and predictable. My mother worked at the hospital

a welcome one. In Yorba Linda

no patrols, and most importantly,

house the first four days I

drag me back – maybe

siblings.

that I started getting texts and calls from my family around day three. My dad

Griffin and several of his guards had come to the

to know

right now,” he spat through the line, “You’ve been given an honor that most

dream of, and what do you do? You run

I said his words didn’t sting. Having my dad say he was

talk to him either. Not