The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 3

*”Werewolves are much more common animals than you might think.”

Daniel Pinkwater*

Whispers spread across the room like wildfire.

My human ears couldn’t make anything out any of the murmurs from other pack
members, so I just tried to focus on keeping calm. 1

Did I want to attend some uber-important diplomatic meeting filled to the brim with short-
tempered wolves?

No.

Did I have a choice in the matter?

Also no. I might not have been the hub for all-things-werewolf knowledge, but even I
knew that the Alpha King’s word was final. If the guy told you that he wanted you at a
meeting, you were going to be there.

“Okay, everyone, let’s settle down,” Dad’s voice boomed through the room, and the
chatter ceased immediately. “I’ve already contacted one of the Alpha King’s

contacts about Clark’s attendance. The King aware that she’s human, but she’s also an
Alpha’s daughter, so he’s not willing to make an exception.” (10

I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed or flattered. Part of me was touched that my dad had
already gone out of his way to get me out of this whole ordeal, but part of me was
pissed that he hadn’t said anything to me. He’d clearly known about this meeting for a
little while if he had enough time to try and contact the Alpha King, so why was I just
now learning about this?

A little heads up would’ve been nice, that’s all.

But then I glanced over at Lily, who had gone pale, and remembered that I wasn’t the
only one in the dark. Neither of my siblings had any idea about this meeting

either.
“You okay, Lil?” I asked my sister, touching her shoulder. She was still pale, wide, blue
eyes fixed on her lap.

At my touch, she looked up and schooled her expression. “I’m fine, don’t worry,”

she said.

I didn’t quite believe her, but I didn’t want to push – especially here, in front of the rest of
the pack.

I looked up at Sebastian. His face was stoic, but even from across the room, I could

see his furrowed eyebrows. He was worried.

He was just as much as part of this as Lily and I was, although his presence at a
diplomatic meeting made more sense. He was next in line to be Alpha. (2

The meeting is on short notice,” Dad continued, “I’ll be sending Sebastian, Lily, and
Clark off next week. I will not be able to accompany them, but I will send a few pack
warriors for safety. I’ll speak with those I’ve picked for that role in private this week.
Now, moving on, Healer Ren has informed me that we’re running low on a few medical
supplies…” 2

The rest of the pack meeting passed in a blur, with dad covering routine, normal pack
business. Despite the change of subject, I still felt plenty of eyes on me.

Once dad finished talking, most of the pack began socializing with each other, much like
they’d been doing before we showed up.

Lily immediately disappeared into a throng of her friends, and I awkwardly kept to
myself on the couch. I had always felt a little socially awkward, but after dad’s big
announcement, I felt even less like socializing.

“Are you worried, Clark?”

A raspy voice broke my train of thought, and I looked up to see one of the male elders
had approached me. I recognized him, he was one of our oldest pack members, but I
couldn’t remember his name.

“I’m, uh, just surprised,” I confessed, “I understand why the King might want future
Alphas there, even future Alpha daughters that might be his son’s mate. I guess I just
feel as if my presence might be unnecessary.” I tried to choose my

words carefully. Although the elder had kind eyes, he was still a werewolf, and I didn’t
want too trash talk the King too much.
“If I had to speculate as to why the King insisted you be there, despite your human
status,” The elder said, “My guess would be that he doesn’t want to take any

chances.”

“What do you mean? Take any chances about what?”

“About his son, Clark,” he said, and he almost looked amused, “Your father said it
himself, this meeting is only half about diplomacy. It’s also about getting every Alpha
daughter in the same room, and giving the Prince an opportunity to find hist

mate.” 3

“Right, but I’m human. Doesn’t that automatically disqualify me from having a

mate?”

The old man’s lips twisted upwards. “Not exactly. You’re an unusual case, Clark. You
don’t have the wolf gene, but you’ve still got Alpha blood running through your system.
While it’s unlikely you’d have a mate, let alone the future Alpha King,

there’s still a chance. A miniscule one.”

It felt like my world had been rocked twice in one night.

When my dad had given me my werewolf biology lesson all those years ago, he’d never
mentioned the possibility of me having a mate. He’d explained that the mating process
happened between two wolves that their inner beasts called out

to each other.

It had been a comfort to me, the idea that I would never have to worry about being
chained to some territorial, domineering wolf for the rest of my life. D

“How does that even work, a wolf mating with a human?” I asked, “I’ve never heard. of
that. I thought mating happened when two people’s inner beasts choose each other. But
someone like me doesn’t have an inner wolf.” E

The elder nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that is how it usually happens,” he said, “Two inner
wolves call out to each other. Our inner wolves are intuitive, and they know who is right
for us upon first glance. This is why mates recognize each other the first time they make
contact. The bond is forged immediately, and there’s no going

back. (7
However, there are rare cases. I have seen human-wolf pairings in my lifetime, but only
a few times. As I said, it’s rare. Having a human mate carries the risk that you’ll end up
with children that have wolf blood, but lack the actual gene.”

“Like me.”

“Yes. And most humans are simply not strong enough to survive in this kind of

world, they do not understand our pack mentality. Most inner wolves recognize this. It’s
in our nature to seek strong mates, ones that will bear strong children.

But there have been times, very rarely, when a wolf has recognized a human as worthy
of mating. I’m not entirely sure why, that is beyond my wisdom. Only an inner wolf can
decide who is the right mate. But from what I understand, human- wolf pairings are
exceptionally difficult.”

“Why’s that?”

“A werewolf spends their entire life learning about the mate bond, and they desire

1. With their inner wolf, there is a natural pull to their mate. They feel the bond. constantly,
and they can’t bear to pull away. It’s why divorce and separation don’t

exist in our world. The desire for your mate is so strong, no wolf could possibly fathom
being away from them. But humans don’t have an inner wolf, they don’t

feel the bond the same way. I’m not sure if they experience a pull, but if they do, it’s
nothing like what a wolf feels. And from what I’ve seen, human mates don’t get

handled the same way that regular mates do.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

”7

The elder smiled ruefully. “Having grown up in this world, you already know how
possessive wolves can be, especially male wolves,” he continued, “Most wolves are
naturally territorial of their mates. It’s in our nature to be protective and dominant of
what’s ours. The higher ranking the wolf is, the more possessive they’ll be.

Alphas are the most possessive, and while I’ve never met the Alpha King or the

Prince, I assume they’re even worse than normal Alphas. As you know, humans are

more fragile than werewolves. Your senses aren’t as good, you break more easily,
take longer to heal, and you get sick. Having such a fragile mate would put any wolf on
edge – any possessiveness or protectiveness they’d feel just gets amplified ten times
over. Several decades ago, one of our pack warriors had a human mate.

He was beside himself with worry about her most of the time, even when she was fine.
He wouldn’t let her leave the house by herself. He hardly let her cook, he was too
worried that she’d cut herself with a knife or burn herself on the stove. He’d

keep her on bed rest for days if he even thought she was getting a cold.”

He shook his head and sighed, “That poor girl. I’m not sure how she ever

functioned like that.”

I couldn’t see my own face, but I must’ve looked pretty freaked out because the old man
put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “There’s no need to worry, Clark,” he said,
patting my arm, “I didn’t mean to scare you. As I told you earlier, human mates are so
rare, they almost never happen. The chance that you’d be a wolf’s mate, it’s almost
impossible.”

Impossible, yes.

There’s no need to make a big deal out of this, Clark. You heard the man – human
mates almost never happen, and if they do, it’s probably just to uber-special humans.

I took a deep breath, and tried to hold onto that thought.

Everything is going to be okay.

There’s no way I have a mate.