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

me or throwing me out once she heard about

— was rapidly disappearing.

I had in the past week. Not

there were no possessive mates anywhere to

politics to

worry about. (1)

and Steve – the

those years ago.

just want to

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

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

can sample some of my

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

Uncle Steve,

Life with them was simple and predictable. My mother worked

but it was a welcome one.

and most importantly, no possessive

the first four days I was there. I was

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

siblings.

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

and several of his

know where

through the line, “You’ve

dream of, and what

be lying if I said his words didn’t sting. Having

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