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.

how I planned on

with the

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

took all of my courage to

got curious, and he offered to show me a few moves.

eyes were still stuck to the floor. Even across the mat, I could see

was scared out

like his dark eyes were trying to

“That’s

the trash talk about me being

the first place.

hand up to cup my jaw, his eyes softening.

hit the mat moments ago. “Okay, little fox. If

a sigh of relief. Thank, God. He bought it. ‘Then his hand left

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

Oh no.

Zeke looked like he wanted to throw

shakily nodded.

me what happened,” Griffin said. I tensed beneath Griffin’s grip — so much for him

came into our lesson,” Zeke said,

She is the mate of your King and as such, she is your Queen. You will address her

Your Majesty!” Zeke squeaked, bowing his head. “I’m so sorry, Your

“Continue.”

Zeke stammered, “And Instructor I-Ivan was not happy with her.

Zeke continued to recount the entire event one stutter at a time. He

made fun of

actual fight.

not been shaking in his boots throughout the entire explanation, I might’ve been annoyed at him for ratting

doing what his King had ordered

gets his teacher

instructor, growling lowly. “You’ve

But I cannot allow you

a flash, gripping the instructor’s throat until he sputtered. I gasped when I saw he wasn’t

were out, digging into

an asshole but he doesn’t deserve to die. Not over a fight

thinking. I crossed the mat (much slower than Griffin had), and I placed my hands on Griffin’s

one holding the

“Griffin!” I said,

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

a glance. “He insulted you, little fox,” he said, “Then

hurts my mate.”

on his arm. Not that my strength was any

the castle. And I let him assume that.

he wouldn’t have mouthed off to me

of the instructor struggling for air

he’s learned

life.”

afterthought, I

and I worried that Griffin was just going to let him