The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

The Alpha King’s Human Mate Epilogue – Part I Epilogue – Part I

“Pve spent enough time without you and I will not let anything else keep us apart.”

Griffin Bardot (“) 3 Years Later “Madame, here’s that cocktail you ordered.”

1 took the light-colored cocktail from the bartender without hesitation and took a sip. The crisp, citrus flavor hid the

alcohol more than I expected. 7

“You like it?” he asked, his French accent thick. He must’ve been mid- thirties with a thick mustache and bright eyes. He’d been the only one working as long as I’d been sitting at the bar, but he flitted from customer to customer with ease,

even going out of his way to make me a cocktail he thought I’d like.

“I do,” I replied, taking another sip, “What did you call this again?”

“French 75,” he answered, “It’s what I make for all the American tourists who look like it’s their first time in Paris.”

I smiled sheepishly. “How did you know? Was it the accent that gave me Epilogue – Part 1 away?”

He nodded. “That and you’ve got that wide-eyed look about you that I see on all the tourists…let me guess, you’re fresh

out college…maybe

twenty-two, wanting to travel on your own for the first time. Paris has

always been on the bucket list and now you’re here.” I chuckled. “Something like that. I just turned twenty-one though.”

The bartender smiled, draping his arm across the bar. “I’ve got an eye

for picking out the doe-eyed tourists.”

“Or maybe you just use that same line on everyone who walks in here with an American accent,” I shot back.

“Just the pretty ones,” he smiled. In the dim light of the bar, his blue eyes were unusually bright. “Let me guess. You’ve

already seen the Eiffel tower or you’re planning to?”

“It’s on the agenda.”

“Everyone always wants to see the Eiffel tower,” he rolled his eyes, “But the view isn’t even that great. You want the best

view in Paris? Go up the steps of the Sacre Coeur. A bit of a workout but the beauty of the city is worth it”

“Pll have to add it to the list,” I said.

He leaned forward slightly. “Perhaps I could show you. You shouldn’t Epilogue – Part | enjoy the beauty of Paris alone ~”

“She won’t be.”

The bartender paled immediately as soon as he saw who’d just cut him off, but I didn’t even blink as a tanned hand

found its way around my waist. Instead, I leaned into the warmth and smiled when his full lips pecked me on the cheek.

“I missed you, little fox,” he murmured into my ear, and I pulled back to look at him.

Three years later, Griffin was just as handsome as the day I’d met him – dark hair that he’d been growing out, and

but it seemed as if he’d only gotten bulkier throughout the years.

nickname for me

me for a moment before he turned to the bartender. “What was the place you

The Sacre Coeur?”

flirty expression on the bartender’s face had vanished, leaving only unease and fear. I couldn’t really blame

known he was talking to the king of werewolves, but even

Griffin’s natural power.

stuttered out. Epilogue – Part

we’ll have to check it out,” Griffin

the beauty of

of the bar, I

nervously as he nodded.

suggestion,” Griffin added, and just when I thought he might be ready to

scathing glare and growled out, “But if I ever catch you flirting

in the dim lighting, I caught the flash

for the bartender to get paler, but somehow, he managed. “Wife?”

“She’s not wearing a wedding ring and

it’s why we’re on this trip,” Griffin cut him off with narrowed eyes, “I’m

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fresh out of college,” the bartender said, glancing at me

what you said,” I told him with a smile, “And I am fresh out of college.” Of course,

graduated college. There was no point in explaining that

what everyone expected when they heard

to tell them that my werewolf-mate-now- husband had

come to our home and give me private lessons. All the individual attention had worked

bachelor’s degree in a

students.

never thought I’d get to

with a degree in

to Paris to celebrate our one-year wedding anniversary.

only change in the past three years. After the

in the werewolf world. Given the way that Griffin had cut down Liam and those allied with

and take the throne since. That day, they’d learned he could be a ruthless

to live a human life where I’d be safer, it’d

he’d confided in me that he wasn’t sure

through with sending

things changed. Pethaps it was the kidnapping, killing a man, or just getting older, but I

been born for. These days, I knew enough about werewolf politics that I

decisions without

I didn’t think

make decisions for me anymore. I wasn’t just his human mate in need of

his equal, and I could tell that I had his respect as a

proposed to me. I hadn’t been

married. There was no

for marriage when your mate had a

vacation to visit my mother and proposed at dinner one

him about it, he’d told me: I’ve claimed you in the werewolf way. Now

year after that, we’d married. Perhaps we were both still a little scarred from giant

the two of