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,

in itself was almost as surprising as the room full of artwork. “They’re beautiful,” I told

talented…I just can’t

believe they’re of me.”

Griffin sag with relief from across the

expected me to tell

in a way that was even brighter than real life. The girl in the paintings and the sketches were

more beautiful

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

life beauty.”

— even if it was definitely not true. “Did

“How long have

to his chest. I didn’t protest

being honest, being pressed against

in me.)

was a child,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, “But I’ve done it less and less the past

duties as the heir and lacking any

twisted me around to face him until we were only inches apart.

felt my heart go

is this man doing to

I met you,” he continued, “From the second I saw you, all I

Clark Bellevue.

my mind. Every beauty mark on your face, every

if you’re not reading this book

Head over 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

me – I had never had anyone make

He was igniting me.

leaned in, every thought about the past twenty-four hours vanished. The

essentially kidnapped me didn’t

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

just

a feeling,” he continued, “That even after a lifetime together, I’ll still have your face

as long as I live, little fox.” He was so close that I could

up close, his eyes were

They’re so

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

romantic gesture,

to practically jump on my tip-toes to reach his lips, but

and pulling me

And the kiss?

sparks, it was fireworks, it was every magical, cliche description

was sixteen. That was

excellent kisser. His lips were soft and firm against

Like we’d been made for each other.