The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 54

Chapter 54

“Time flies when you grow fangs and fur.” °) Dianna Hardy

I was not ignorant about claiming bites. Although I had slept through plenty of werewolf education in my life, the lesson

about claiming marks and bites wasn’t one of them. It was a hard lesson to miss, especially when I was used to seeing the

evidence on every mated female wolf I saw.

Claiming bites were just that — bites that represented the claim of a wolf on another. It was standard practice for male wolves to leave them on their female mates, and in cases of same-sex mates, the dominant wolf would leave one on the

submissive wolf. Even learning about it in school, I’d never liked the practice. |)

It had always felt so one-sided to me. Just another way for male wolves to show their mates off like property, even parade

them as such. The female wolf never got to leave her mark on the male wolf, she could only ever wear the mark. |

At school, the female wolves used to gossip about what it would be like to wear their soul mate’s claiming mark. To

them, it was an honor. They didn’ once they’d met their mates and gotten their marks, every mated

just accept the display of possessiveness, they wanted it. And

woman I’d known had bore her bite proudly.

T’d seen the evidence countless times – most notably on Luna Grace. It wasn’t always visible around the house, but

whenever she interacted with pack members, she’d wear shirts or dresses with low collars that left my dad’s mark visible.

You could always the indent of his teeth, the exact spot he’d sunk his canines into her. The mark had obviously scarred

over but it never faded. It always seemed to shine in the light and even more on full moons.

I didn’t understand the werewolf biology that went into claiming bites perfectly. They all looked like bite marks to me,

but to a wolf, it was supposed to smell like your mate, It was irrefutable evidence that you were taken and claimed by

someone else.

So, when Griffin brought up the idea of claiming me, I practically bristled. My brain barely registered the second part of

his Queen. I

gaped at him, “Like with a claiming bite?” He was splayed out

could hardly blame him for his disheveled appearance ~ after the way

was sure that I looked ten times more

claim you?” Griffin asked, his

cute little collar if you’d prefer. Maybe one with a

him off. The picture that my mind conjured up

realistic way that I’d ever want anyone in the castle, even the werewolf world,

against wearing my mark?” Griffin asked. He still looked relaxed and amused but there was

his

my next words carefully – I didn’t want to risk offending him or his animal

to do with you specifically…it’s the bite itself. Maybe I’d

why I need to have a physical indent of your teeth

fly under the radar anyway. I suspect everyone in

point.

my hesitancy in stride, which was a surprise. If anything, it seemed to amuse him.

his head lightly, “Is

not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com, you might be missing out on

dive into the next chapter—it’s

shot back. “I’ve seen plenty of them when I lived at my dad’s pack, I don’t

here knows I’m your mate ~ I don’t need a bite

said, and something primal flashed behind his eyes, “A claiming bite

scar. It’s protection. It’s a warning system for any wolf who tries to go near you. They’ll smell my scent

wolf will ever be able to

no way I’m letting you roam around these halls ~ or anywhere else ~ without my

knew Griffin well enough to know that he wasn’t bluffing. Still, I continued to push. All I

who gushed over their claiming bites like they were new jewelry

literal fang marks in their necks, what about male wolves? What

no bite they were expected to

didn’t sit well. I would not tum into another dumbstruck submissive mate,

mindlessly. Regardless of what my destiny might’ve had in store for me, I

that wasn’t it. (>)

to keep my voice even, “I think there’s something we

bites, about

“Oh, and what’s that?”

and expectations, but I spent part of my life

going to be your mindless little housewife that you can store on the

that’s what you think you’re getting here or what you’re going to turn me into,

thing