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.” \*

flooded through me. Whatever anticipation and fear that

throwing me out once she

— was rapidly disappearing.

felt the most relaxed I had in the past week. Not only

years, but there were no possessive mates anywhere to be found.

politics to

worry about. (1)

mom, and Steve – the way it was meant to

those years ago.

won’t be a burden. I just want

hand. “Honey,” she smiled at me, “You’re my

me. And it’s good that you’re here.

some of my cooking,” Steve piped in,

to tell me

Uncle Steve,

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

it was a welcome one. In Yorba Linda with

patrols, and most importantly, no possessive

cooped up in the house the first four days I was there. I was too paranoid that if

to drag me back – maybe Griffin, maybe my dad, maybe even

siblings.

texts and calls from

Griffin and several of

to know

now,” he spat through the line, “You’ve

can only dream of, and what do you

Having my dad say

desire to talk to