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

and sleeping pills to get rid of.” If Mary noticed my slide

anything. |

to help, Your Majesty,” she said, “Would you like me to prepare the bath for you first?”

sounds wonderful.

see her beam at the praise

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

had insisted on “helping me wash,” but that was

frail before I’d

stop the blush. Where

or just the fact that I was back in his presence

around twenty minutes. There was no shortage of room

It was the first time I’d felt truly relaxed since

the twenty-minute mark to let me know my

the soothing bath, wrapped in a fluffy towel. Mary

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

to refer to

but I wasn’t Medusa. I wasn’t going to

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

we’re basically the same age.

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

expected—she, like every other werewolf I’d met, was ethereally

she smiled back. “If you allow it, Your Majesty,” she said, “The castle

taught that ‘we’re not allowed 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

had no idea about and I definitely will not be

I replied, “Everyone can see. Unless the King is

soon as the words were out my mouth,

to give Griffin more

that Mary

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

shoulders.

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

rolled my eyes at that—of course Griffin wanted me in

okay,” I said. “I’m not sure which

blue would go beautifully with your hair and

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

opinion.

dress, “I like that one. Pll wear that.” I could see

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please. I’m pretty hopeless at anything that’s

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to dive

front of the vanity as Mary gathered

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

was ensuring there would never be a

hair is so beautiful,” Mary murmured as she brushed through. She was a lot gentler than I ever was

didn’t turn frizzy and chaotic under her touch. For once, my hair