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

claim me?” I gaped at him, “Like with a claiming bite?” He was splayed out beside me, hair tousled and

on his dress shirt undone. I could hardly blame him

out, I was sure that I looked ten times more

Griffin asked, his eyes shining with amusement.

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

picture that my mind conjured up was definitely humiliating but not completely

not a realistic way that I’d ever want anyone in the castle, even the werewolf

against wearing my mark?” Griffin asked. He still

to his

next words carefully – I didn’t want to risk offending him

the bite itself. Maybe I’d feel differently if I was a wolf, but I’m

understand why I need to have a physical

I’m going to fly under the radar anyway. I suspect everyone in this castle knows whose mate

point.

a surprise. If anything,

shaking his head lightly, “Is

reminder that if you’re not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com, you might be missing out

Head over there to dive

plenty of them when I lived at my dad’s pack, I don’t

plenty of time with you. Everyone here knows I’m your

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

scar. It’s protection. It’s a warning system for any wolf who tries to go near

No other wolf will ever be able to mark you, they

these halls ~ or anywhere else

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

gushed over their claiming bites like they were new jewelry or clothes. And while they

fang marks in their necks, what about male wolves?

bite they

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

mindlessly. Regardless of what my destiny might’ve had in

that wasn’t it. (>)

out, trying to keep my voice even, “I think there’s something we need to get straight here.

claiming bites, about this mate

“Oh, and what’s that?”

I spent part of my

too. I’m not going to be your mindless little housewife that you can store

what you’re going

thing