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.

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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

of.” If Mary noticed my

anything. |

Your Majesty,” she said, “Would you

actually sounds wonderful. Thanks,

her beam at

few minutes to return and I had to practically beg her to wait in the bathroom while I

but that was just a touch too far

frail before I’d let another human

Griffin? My mind piped up and I couldn’t stop the blush. Where were these thoughts coming from?

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

bath for around twenty minutes. There was no

stop breathing in. It was the

rapped on the door at the twenty-minute

bath, wrapped in a fluffy towel.

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

people were going to refer

Medusa. I wasn’t going to turn anyone to stone just for looking

okay to look at me, you know. We can

the same age. You don’t need to stare at the

my request, her green eyes meeting mine for the first time since she’d entered the suite.

other werewolf I’d met, was

she smiled back.

allowed to make eye contact with any of

“Why ‘especially’ the Queen?”

you are for the King’s eyes only,” Mary said like it was the most

werewolf etiquette that I had no idea about

the King is going to keep me locked

eyes.” As soon as the words were out my mouth,

give Griffin

walked closer to the bed and examined the three outfits that

blue, form-fitting dress, a black one with spaghetti straps, and a mint green number

shoulders.

Majesty,” Mary cut in, “But the King instructed that you only

few good options.” I nearly rolled my eyes at that—of course Griffin wanted me

I said. “I’m not sure which one…they’re

blue would go beautifully with your

skin tone too.” Mary’s voice got soft and low at the end, like she

opinion.

I think you’re right,” I said, eyeing the blue dress, “I like

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

hopeless at anything that’s not

reminder that if you’re not reading this book on

there to dive into the

front of the vanity as Mary gathered an impressive supply of makeup and

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Griffin had even supplied makeup and hair stuff, but I

ensuring there would never be a reason for me to leave.

Mary murmured as she brushed through. She was a lot gentler than I ever was

and chaotic under her