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

to get rid of.” If Mary noticed my slide remark about

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said, “Would you like me to prepare the bath

sounds wonderful.

I could see her beam at the praise as she scampered off

her a few minutes to return and I had to practically beg her to

on “helping me wash,” but

before I’d let another human

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

the fact that I was back in his presence after a few weeks

minutes. There was no shortage of room and

that I couldn’t stop breathing in. It was the first

Of course, Mary rapped on the door at the twenty-minute mark to let me know my time was winding down.

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

laid out on the bed. Her head was still bowed, not daring to glance at

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

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

hummed in reply, “It’s okay to look

to be respectful and all, but we’re basically the same age. You don’t need to stare at the ground. Please look at

hesitantly obeyed my request, her green eyes meeting mine for the first time since

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

smile when her eyes met mine and she smiled back. “If you allow

often taught that ‘we’re not allowed to make eye contact with

“Why ‘especially’ the Queen?”

Mary said like it was the most obvious thing

no idea about and

Unless the King is going to

not just for ‘his’ eyes.” As soon as the words were out my mouth, I almost regretted them. The last

give

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

dress, a black one with spaghetti straps, and

shoulders.

hope you don’t mind, Your Majesty,” Mary cut in, “But the King instructed that you only wear a dress tonight.

be a few good options.” I nearly rolled

I said. “I’m not sure which

me saying,” Mary interjected, “But the blue would go beautifully with

would bring out 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 that one.

of my eyes, (2 “Would you like me to do your hair and

please. I’m pretty hopeless at

that if you’re not reading this

dive into the

the vanity as Mary

even supplied makeup and hair stuff, but I was. The

there would never be a

she brushed through. She was a lot gentler

chaotic under her