The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

“The most seductive thing about art is the personality of the artist himself.” (=

Paul Cezanne

Ive never thought of myself as explicitly beautiful. Pretty, maybe – if I was having a good day. But I had never seen myself

as a supermodel or even the kind of gir! that people looked twice. Growing up around tall, thin and chiseled people for most of my life might’ve had something to do with that.

However, as I stared at the art studio littered with paintings, sketches, and drawings of me, I couldn’t help but think I

looked beautiful in them. The artist had captured my likeness from every angle ~ there was a large oil painting of me

sprawled out in bed, a sketch of me smiling in the distance, and many more. Some of them were done in different styles

but all looked like candid moments, like the artist had been there and recreated them from memory.

Istared at a particular sketch of me staring down at a dinner plate. I recognized the food in the photo and the dress I was wearing. That had

been taken the night of the dinner party with Griffin.

Oh my God…he made these. He made all of them. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was the artist. I

doubted that anyone else would consider me such an interesting subject, and now that I was looking closer, these were

all moments I’d shared with Griffin in the castle.

All I could do was stare in awe. What were you supposed to do or say in a room full of beautiful artwork…that’s of you?

He was so talented, it felt like I’d slipped into Van Gogh or Picasso’s private studio.

“What do you think?”

I whipped my head around. Griffin was standing in the doorway of the studio with intense eyes.

Td been so caught up in my analysis of the artwork that I hadn’t heard the door open behind me.

For a moment, we just stared at each other. There was an emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t recognize but I could feel

the tension in the air. ‘Was he nervous?

“These are of me,” I said, “You made these?” I already knew the answer but I needed to hear it from him.

Griffin nodded and that’s when I clocked the intense emotion in them. Vulnerability. He averted his eyes from me but

there was a dark blush coating his cheeks. I’d never seen Griffin act embarrassed or bashful as long as I’d known him,

as surprising as the room full

talented…I just can’t

believe they’re of me.”

see Griffin sag with relief from across the room. Like he’d been gearing up for some rejection

tell him that I hated

couldn’t deny that the work was stunning — he’d captured my likeness in a way that was even brighter than real life. The

more beautiful version of

them, little fox,” he said, and slowly approached me, “Although

life beauty.”

— even if it was definitely not true. “Did you

we met?” I asked, “How

pulling me to

being pressed against his toned,

in me.)

down my arms, “But I’ve done it less and less

busy with my duties as the heir and lacking any kind of

face him until we were only

my

man

you, all

been my living, breathing muse, Clark Bellevue. Even when you left me,

Every beauty mark on your face, every

you’re not reading this book on n??el5s.com,

there to dive into the next chapter—it’s all free! My face was definitely on fire now and Griffin’s expression was so heated that I had

he was saying to me – I had never

He was igniting me.

the past twenty-four hours vanished. The

and essentially kidnapped me didn’t seem to matter at that moment.

the man who set my heart ablaze. Griffin, who had an entire art studio filled with paintings

and who’d just

he continued, “That even after a lifetime together, I’ll still have your face etched in my mind.

live, little fox.” He was

his eyes

They’re so full. I wonder what he tastes

of my brain could pipe up and tell me that I was just

a grand romantic gesture, I closed

tip-toes to reach his lips, but as soon as I

and pulling me close.

And the kiss?

it was every magical, cliche description that you could use to describe a kiss. It was

when I was sixteen.

and firm against mine, and we seemed to find

awkwardness. Like we’d been made for each other. 7) I