The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 59 Chapter 59 “When we love someone, we make it our business to protect them.” Donna Goddard Griffin moved too fast for my eyes to follow his movement. One moment, he was standing near the door, seething.

The next, he’d positioned himself in front of me, growling deep and low in his throat. My heart caught in my throat – I’d

heard that growl before. It was the growl I’d heard the day I met him, just moments

before his father’s head rolled on the floor. It was the growl of a wolf

protecting his mate.

Every wolf in the room seemed to cower beneath Griffin’s raw power — the instructor included. He’d stumbled to the

edge of the mat with wide eyes, his hands thrown up in surrender.

“What the hell is going on here?” Griffin’s voice boomed across the room. He looked ready to pounce on the instructor.

“What were you doing to my mate?”

The instructor looked like he’d just stumbled into a den of vipers. “M- mate?” His eyes flickered over to me, where I was

still flat on the mat. If his jaw could’ve dropped to the floor, I had a feeling it would have. Chapter 59

As soon as he looked over at me, Griffin growled again. “Don’t look at her!” The instructor immediately obeyed, his gaze

falling to the floor. If I could feel Griffin’s raw power as a human, I could only imagine how strong it must’ve been for the wolves. In the background, several of the young boys continued to whimper and stare with wide eyes — but none of

them spoke.

My limbs felt frozen. This felt all too reminiscent of the first day I’d met Griffin.

Am I going to have to stare at the instructor’s dead eyes the same way 1 had to stare at the king’s?

That thought alone was enough to spur me into action. Scrambling up, I grabbed one of Griffin’s arms. His attention was

immediately on me and tried not to falter under his intense stare. Man, he was pissed. His eyes were wild and dark, but

he still reached up to entangle his hand with

mine.

“Griffin, it’s okay,” I murmured to him, “He wasn’t trying to hurt me.” )

Griffin’s hand tightened over mine, another rumbling in his chest. “Oh, he wasn’t?” He snarled. “I felt your fear through

our bond, little fox. I walked in as you were kicking him away from you. If that wasn’t his attempt to hurt you, what was

it?” His eyes felt like they were burning into mine. No matter how upset he was at the instructor, I had a feeling Griffin

was almost as angry at me. Chapter 59

I glanced over at the instructor. He didn’t dare make eye contact with Griffin – let alone me ~ but I could tell he was

hanging onto every word. He was probably wondering if I was going to sell him out, tell Griffin everything he’d said.

Well, he certainly doesn’t have that smug smile on his face now.

this wasn’t really how I planned on

an explanation that wouldn’t end with the instructor’s head on the floor. Finally, |

a watered-down, sugar-coated version of the truth, that

took all of my courage to meet

and he offered to show

whose wide eyes were still stuck to the floor.

He was scared out of

Griffin asked me. It felt like his dark eyes were trying to peer

“That’s

being human, which caused the

the first place.

other hand up to cup my jaw, his eyes softening.

hit the mat moments ago. “Okay,

God. He bought it. ‘Then

the front,” Griffin suddenly snapped, pointing at Zeke.“ You saw this

Oh no.

the center of Griffin’s attention, Zeke looked like he wanted to throw up. The color left his

shakily nodded.

Griffin’s grip — so much

into our lesson,” Zeke said, stumbling over his

‘the git!’ She is the mate of your King and as such, she is your Queen. You will address her correctly.”

his head. “I’m

“Continue.”

came into our lesson,” Zeke stammered, “And Instructor I-Ivan was not happy with

her as h-human.” Zeke continued to recount the entire event one

detail either — from the way the instructor had made fun of humans for being useless to every moment of

actual fight.

his boots throughout the entire explanation, I might’ve been

I knew he was just doing what his King

gets

the instructor, growling lowly. “You’ve been a worthy warrior

Ivan. But I cannot allow you to

in a flash, gripping the instructor’s throat until he

were out, digging into the flesh

may be an asshole but he doesn’t deserve to

without thinking. I crossed the mat (much slower than Griffin had),

one holding the

throat. “Griffin!” I said,

continued to gasp for air, I could see the instructor’s

little fox,” he

hurts my mate.”

on his arm. Not that my strength was any match for Grifin’s.

was just a regular human living in the castle. And I let him assume that. I never told him

asshole — but he wouldn’t have mouthed off to me if he’d known

room was silent except for the sound of the instructor struggling for air beneath

I said, “This misunderstanding is my fault…and he’s learned his lesson, He doesn’t

life.”

afterthought, I added,

was just going to let him