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

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

— was rapidly disappearing.

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

years, but there were no possessive

politics to

worry about. (1)

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

those years ago.

just want to lay low for

my hand. “Honey,” she smiled

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

sample some of my

and I’ve got nobody to tell me

Uncle Steve,

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

but it was a welcome one. In Yorba Linda with my mom, there

worry about, no patrols, and most importantly,

up in the house the first four days I was there.

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

siblings.

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

Griffin and several of his guards had come

to know where I

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

can only dream of, and what do you do?

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

also had no desire to talk to him either. Not after learning the