The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

The Alpha King’s Human Mate

Bonus Chapter – Clark & Griffin (4)-2

I couldn’t help it – a laugh escaped. “You’re kidding.”

“It’s all here in black–and–white print,” the doctor said, showing me her textbook. There was a page on the Black Death as well as several scary–looking illustrations of symptoms I did not have. “Fatigue and natisea are early on–set symptoms of the bubonic plague, and if you’re left untreated, it appears that humans can die from this. You don’t appear to have a fever yet, but we should quarantine you before the boils start

“Doc,” I interrupted her, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but its not that. Why don’t you give me something for the nausea and we’ll start there, okay?”

She nodded, still looking entirely concerned that I might keel over with blackened fingers and bursting boils.

Jane wasn’t pleased that the doctor wasn’t able to diagnose me with something other than a medieval plague, but the Zofran she’d given me was working magic.

As long as I took a pill first thing in the morning, I was able to stomach most of my breakfast. For two weeks, I continued on that way and then Griffin came home.

I was more than anxious to see him.

I always was.

He rarely left for this long, but the trip had taken longer than he’d thought.

I stood in the throne room awaiting his arrival – like most of the castle. There was never a small greeting party when the King returned, especially not after an absence this long.

“Well, this is a face I haven’t seen in a single training session lately, a familiar voice greeted me.

“And I know. I’m sorry

looking as stern as ever. “Self–defense is not the kind of training you can

anything, I’d have thought I’d see you in the training room

1. me.

serious. Just a stubborn stomach bug I can’t seem to shake, but that’s no excuse. I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow morning. Pinky

receive an eye–roll in return.

2

the shoulder, but when I

is it?” I asked.

his nostrils again.

just this morning, but werewolves had senses

ones.

a ghost. “You do not smell bad. You

“What?”

1/2

& Griffin

you anymore, he said. “Not anymore. Not for

over my chest. “You just said you expect to see m tomorrow morning. What’s with

changed is that your husband would ki me if he learned I was still trying to train you in

mouth to ask what he meant by that but there was a rockus towards the

the room, searching the sea of faces

My stomach fluttered.