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.” \*

of relief flooded through me. Whatever anticipation and fear that I’d had about coming

to see me or throwing me out once she heard about the trouble

— was rapidly disappearing.

fact, I felt the most relaxed I had in the past week. Not only was I surrounded

were no possessive

politics to

worry about. (1)

my mom, and Steve – the way

those years ago.

won’t be a burden. I just want to lay low

mom reached over and squeezed my hand. “Honey,” she smiled

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

you can sample some of my

vegetarian diet, and I’ve got nobody to tell me if my ribs are

Uncle Steve,

was simple and predictable. My mother worked

easy routine, but it was a welcome one. In Yorba Linda with my

patrols, and most importantly, no

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

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

siblings.

started getting texts and calls from my family

voicemails. Apparently, Griffin and several of

to know

spat through the line, “You’ve been given an honor that most

can only dream of, and what do

said his words didn’t sting. Having my

to him either. Not after learning the way