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.” \*

Whatever anticipation and fear that I’d had about coming

like my mom not wanting to see me or throwing me out

— was rapidly disappearing.

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

there were no possessive mates anywhere to be found.

politics to

worry about. (1)

– the

those years ago.

burden. I just

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

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

some of my cooking,” Steve

I’ve got nobody to tell me if my

Uncle Steve,

a routine. Life with them was simple and predictable.

was a welcome one.

patrols, and most importantly, no possessive

the house the first four days I was there.

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

siblings.

didn’t help that I started getting texts and calls from my family around

of his guards had

to know where I

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

dream of, and what do you

sting. Having my dad say he was ashamed me wasn’t

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