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

If Mary noticed my slide remark about being drugged,

anything. |

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

sounds wonderful.

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

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

“helping me wash,” but that was just a

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

I couldn’t stop the blush. Where

just the fact that I was

around twenty minutes. There was no shortage of

It was the first time I’d felt

twenty-minute mark to let me know my time was winding

towel. Mary was

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

anymore. I knew people were going to refer to me as

going to turn anyone to stone just for

she hummed in reply, “It’s okay to look at me,

respectful and all, but we’re basically the same age.

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

like every other werewolf I’d met, was ethereally

eyes met mine and she smiled back. “If you allow it, Your Majesty,” she said,

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 obvious thing in

etiquette that I had no idea about and I definitely will not

Unless the King is going to keep me locked in this bedroom

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

give Griffin more

that Mary had laid out

a black one with spaghetti straps, and a

shoulders.

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

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

I said. “I’m

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

bring out your skin tone too.” Mary’s voice got soft and low

opinion.

the blue dress, “I like that one. Pll wear that.” I could see Mary’s

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

I’m pretty hopeless at anything

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of the vanity as Mary gathered an impressive supply of makeup and hair care

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

he was ensuring there would never

beautiful,” Mary murmured as she brushed through. She was a lot gentler than I ever was with my

frizzy and chaotic under her touch. For once,