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,

almost as surprising as the room

talented…I just can’t

believe they’re of me.”

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

expected me to tell

my likeness in a way that was

beautiful version

said, and slowly approached me,

life beauty.”

at that remark — even if it was

we met?” I asked, “How

behind me, pulling me to his chest. I didn’t protest or try to

pressed against his toned, warm chest

in me.)

rubbing his hands up and down

the heir and lacking any

only inches

I felt my heart

this man doing

met you,” he continued, “From the second I saw you, all I wanted to do was paint you. Capture you at

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

mind. Every beauty mark on your

not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com,

the next chapter—it’s all free! My face was definitely on fire now and

saying to me – I had never had anyone make me feel this

He was igniting me.

twenty-four hours vanished. The fact

drugged me, and essentially kidnapped

Griffin – the man who set my heart ablaze. Griffin, who had an entire

and who’d just called me his

“That even after a lifetime together, I’ll still have

as I live, little fox.” He

even up close, his eyes were just

lips. They’re so full. I wonder

up and tell me that I was just letting the mate bond get the best of me

romantic

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

and pulling

And the kiss?

was every magical, cliche description that you could use to describe a

with Aiden when I was sixteen.

kisser. His lips were soft and firm against

There was no learning curve, no initial awkwardness. Like