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

like my mom not wanting to see me or throwing me out once she heard about the trouble I was

— was rapidly disappearing.

I had in the past week. Not only was I

first time in years, but there were no possessive mates anywhere

politics to

worry about. (1)

–

those years ago.

be a burden. I just want to lay low for long

my hand. “Honey,” she smiled at

a burden to me. And it’s good that

of my

got nobody to tell me if my

Uncle Steve,

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

welcome one. In Yorba Linda with my mom, there were

no patrols, and

first four days I was there. I was too paranoid that if

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

siblings.

calls from my family around day three. My dad left

and several of his

know where

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

what do you

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

talk to him either. Not after