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 slide remark about being drugged,

anything. |

Majesty,” she said, “Would you like me to prepare the

actually sounds wonderful. Thanks,

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

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

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

before I’d

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

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

was no shortage of room and Mary had

that I couldn’t stop breathing in. It was

rapped on the door at the twenty-minute

towel. Mary was waiting for me

was still bowed, not daring to

I knew people were going to refer to me

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

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

but we’re basically the same age. You don’t

mine for the first time since she’d entered the

every other werewolf I’d

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

eye contact with any of the Royals, especially the

“Why ‘especially’ the Queen?”

Mary said like it was the most obvious thing in

idea about and I

Unless the King is going to keep me locked in this

as the words

to give Griffin more

outfits that Mary had laid out

straps, and a

shoulders.

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

a few good options.” I nearly rolled my eyes at that—of course

“I’m not sure

“But the blue would go beautifully with your hair and your

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

opinion.

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

my eyes, (2 “Would you like me to do

at anything

reading this book

Head over there to dive into

the chair in front of the vanity as Mary gathered an impressive supply

been surprised that Griffin had even supplied makeup and

of everything—like he was ensuring there would never be a reason for me to

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

turn frizzy and chaotic under her touch. For once, my hair seemed