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.” \*

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

me or throwing me out once

— was rapidly disappearing.

most relaxed I had in the past week.

but there were no

politics to

worry about. (1)

just me, my mom, and Steve – the way it

those years ago.

I won’t be a burden. I just want

squeezed my hand. “Honey,” she smiled at

never be a burden to me. And it’s good that you’re here. It’ll give us time to

sample some of my cooking,” Steve piped in, “Your mother is

I’ve got nobody to tell me if

Uncle Steve,

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

easy routine, but it was a welcome one. In Yorba Linda with my mom, there were no

to worry about, no patrols, and most importantly, no possessive mate hanging

in the house the first four days I was there.

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

siblings.

getting texts and calls from my family around day three. My dad left

and several of his guards

know where I

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

of, and what

words didn’t sting. Having my dad

no desire to talk to him either.