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

noticed my slide remark about being drugged, she certainly didn’t

anything. |

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

actually sounds wonderful.

low, I could see her beam at the praise as she

to practically beg her to wait in the bathroom while I

wash,” but that was just a touch too far for

be ninety-years-old and frail before I’d let

and I couldn’t stop the blush. Where were these

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

for around twenty minutes. There was no shortage of room

in. It was the

on the door at the twenty-minute

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

still bowed, not daring to glance at me.

to refer to me as “Your Majesty,” whether I wanted them to

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

I said, and she hummed in reply, “It’s okay to look at me, you

basically the same age. You

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

other werewolf

and 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,

“Why ‘especially’ the Queen?”

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

no idea about and I definitely will not be abiding

see. Unless the King is

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

give

to the bed and examined the three outfits that

with spaghetti straps, and a mint

shoulders.

cut in, “But the King

might be a 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 hair and your

bring out your skin tone too.” Mary’s voice got soft and low at the end, like she was embarrassed of

opinion.

right,” I said, eyeing the blue dress, “I

of my eyes, (2 “Would you like

pretty hopeless at anything

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dive into the

as Mary gathered an impressive supply of

had even supplied makeup and hair

he was ensuring there would never be a reason

so beautiful,” Mary murmured as she brushed through. She was a lot

under her touch. For once, my hair seemed to