The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 48

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”

– Robert Brault

When I told Griffin that I wanted to go on a date, I hadn’t expected him to work so quickly. But I guess he had latched

onto the idea and wanted to make things happen as quickly as possible. And he did.

Griffin insisted that I get ready immediately and he’d back within the hour to “pick me up.” Before I’d had time to protest,

he was out the door and I was back in an empty bedroom—again. While part of me felt all too nervous to spend the

night with Griffin, my grumbling stomach wasn’t complaining. Getting drugged, dragged across the continent, and fed

painkillers wasn’t easy on the stomach. I was more than ready for a little sustenance. |*

For a moment, | stood dumbfounded in the room. How did Griffin expect me to “get ready”? I had none of my things.

You have none of your things from home but there is a gigantic closet full of clothes in your size, my brain reminded me.

(7

Before I could begin sorting through the mess, there was a knock on the door. Don’t tell me that’s Dr. Inessa again. I

don’t think I can handle another surprise visitor today. That feels like all I do. Sit in this bedroom and wait for people to

knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“My name is Mary, Your Majesty,” a soft feminine voice spoke from the other side of the door, “His Majesty mind linked

me and asked that I help you prepare for the evening with anything you may need.”

Hearing people call me “Majesty,” being waited on…it was all so new. Part of me wanted to outright reject Mary and tell

her I’d be fine, but I stopped myself.

You’re accepting the mate bond and everything that comes with it, remember, Clark? Having someone wait on you is

“everything that comes with it. Besides, having a second opinion on an outfit might not be the worst thing in the world.

“Sure, come in,” I called back. ‘As soon as I gave the go-ahead, Mary entered the room, head bowed. She was nothing more than a little slip of a girl and she couldn’t have

been much older than me. Although she kept her head bowed, I could make out bright green eyes from across the room.

Is every werewolf in the world just exceptionally beautiful?

Mary kept her gaze on the floor and stood silently like she was waiting for instructions. “Well, hi,” I said, scratching my

neck awkwardly, “It’s

nice to meet you. I appreciate the help since I’ve got several hours of

noticed my

anything. |

you like me

sounds wonderful. Thanks,

her head low, I could see her beam at the praise as she scampered off into

to return and I had to practically beg her to

but that was just a

frail before I’d let another

the blush. Where were these thoughts coming from?

of the mate bond or just the fact that I was back in his presence after a few

around twenty minutes. There was no shortage of room and Mary had used

in. It was the first time I’d felt truly relaxed since arriving at

at the twenty-minute mark to let me know my time was winding

out of the soothing bath, wrapped in a fluffy towel. Mary was

the bed. Her head was still bowed, not daring to glance at me.

couldn’t ignore it anymore. I knew people were going to refer to me as “Your Majesty,” whether

wasn’t Medusa. I wasn’t going to turn anyone to stone

in reply, “It’s okay to look at me, you know. We can make

basically the same age. You don’t need to

green eyes meeting mine for the first time since she’d

werewolf I’d met, was

she smiled back. “If

to make eye contact with any of the Royals, especially the

“Why ‘especially’ the Queen?”

for the King’s eyes only,” Mary said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. (2 Great.

werewolf etiquette that I had no idea about and I

can see. Unless the King is going to keep me locked in this bedroom

soon as the words were out my mouth, I almost regretted them. The last thing

to give Griffin more

closer to the bed and examined the three outfits that Mary had laid out for me. They

straps, and a mint green

shoulders.

hope you don’t mind, Your Majesty,” Mary cut in, “But the King instructed that

I nearly rolled my eyes at that—of course Griffin wanted me

okay,” I said. “I’m

you don’t mind me saying,” Mary interjected, “But the blue would go beautifully with your hair

too.” Mary’s voice got soft and low at the end,

opinion.

said, eyeing the blue dress, “I like that one. Pll wear that.” I could see Mary’s beaming

the corner of my eyes, (2 “Would you like

hopeless at anything that’s

you’re not reading this book

dive into the next

vanity as Mary gathered an impressive supply of makeup and hair

Griffin had even supplied makeup and hair stuff, but I was.

never be a reason for me

as she brushed through. She was a lot gentler

chaotic under her touch. For