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,

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

talented…I just can’t

believe they’re of me.”

across the room. Like he’d been gearing up for some rejection or

expected me to tell him that I hated his

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

beautiful

like them, little fox,” he said, and slowly approached me, “Although I don’t

life beauty.”

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

we met?” I asked, “How long have you been an

came up behind me, pulling me to his chest. I didn’t

if I’m being honest, being pressed

in me.)

I was a child,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down my

with my duties as the heir and lacking any kind

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

I felt my

is this man doing

I saw you, all I wanted to do was paint you. Capture

Clark Bellevue.

mind. Every beauty mark on your face,

Just a friendly reminder that if you’re not reading this book

free! My face was definitely on fire now

was saying to me – I had never

He was igniting me.

twenty-four hours vanished. The

away, drugged me, and essentially kidnapped me didn’t seem to matter

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

who’d just called me his

a lifetime together, I’ll still have your face etched

to capture your beauty on paper for as long as I live, little fox.” He was so close that I could feel his breath on

and even up close, his eyes were just as dark.

They’re so full. I wonder what he

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

up in a grand romantic gesture, I

I had to practically jump on my tip-toes to reach his lips, but as soon

and pulling me

And the kiss?

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

with Aiden when I was sixteen. That was just two

kisser. His lips were soft and firm

curve, no initial awkwardness. Like we’d been made for each other. 7) I