The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

“Running away is easy. It’s the leaving that’s hard.” Samuel T. Herring

Alessia’s “theory” stuck with me for the entire five-hour plane ride ~ long after we stopped talking

and she fell asleep again. Her words sent a chill down my spine. Was Griffin really going to hunt me

like prey?

A couple of hours into the plane ride, I ended up falling asleep too

but it was plagued with nightmares.

In my dream, I was a fox sprinting across the foggy forest. I was running away from something – I

didn’t know what — and tried to hide in a hollowed-out tree. I could hardly make out my

surroundings while I was tucked in my little hiding spot, but then I saw it: the monster that was

chasing me.

It was a large black wolf, bigger than anything I’d ever seen with piercing dark eyes and sharp

canines. Its familiar dark eyes met mine, and I knew it had me trapped. There was nowhere to run,

and all I could do was watch as it stalked closer and closer. And then it pounced, razor-sharp canines

headed for me as I – I shot up in my plane seat, heart pounding. That was a hell of a dream. But it

wasn’t real — it was just a dream. *)

I normally wasn’t one to dissect dreams, but even that nightmare felt a little too on the nose to me. I

had been running in the wolves as a literal fox — which was Griffin’s favorite nickname for me —

and the predator chasing me had been a wolf. Could the meaning get any more obvious than that? (°

Clearly, I’m freaked out about what Alessia told me before I fell asleep

and now my fears are manifesting in my dreams.

My heart continued to pound. Although Griffin and I were probably hundreds of miles apart by this

point, the thought of him still managed to put me on edge.

“Passengers, please make sure you’re seated with your seatbelts on. We’re beginning our descent,

and we’ll be wheels down at LAX in minus twenty minutes,” the pilot’s voice croaked through the

speakers.

The feedback from the speakers roused Alessia from her own cat nap. Judging from the way she

lazily stretched out, it looked like her dreams had been a lot better than mine.

“are we already there?” she asked me. “They said less than twenty minutes till we get to the

airport,” I said.

hate flying. I want

some solid ground.”

paws part, of course — but definitely my

her smile vanishing.

to fess up.”

“Fess up? About what?”

into mine and I could feel a shift in the air.

I was suddenly reminded of who I was sitting

of her own pack

me about my mate, Clarke,” she said,

about your own deal, Clarke? Geez, I

I wouldn’t make a

trying to withhold information or act coy, but I’d been so wrapped up in my

forgotten what I had agreed to

you. My brain is still a little fuzzy. I’ll tell you

was tense, and it wasn’t

for her.

her, “You said it

my

faint but it was there. It

be someone I

she rolled her

throat out. So, jus

her white knuckles, “In that case, I’m

to my sister.”

was silence. Alessia paused completely, like she was frozen in

repeated, raising an eyebrow.

met?” I explained, “I was sharing a room with

We had also spent all day together too — she sat next to me on the

ense why we’d smel

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she was trying

you were still able to

was no

seen before, but never on Alessia. It was the look that my dad

Clarke. He’s part of the

turned eighteen. Had you gone to the dinner

it makes sense. You

out sooner.

I used to, I guess. Our pack is in Washington,

now you can

“in Blacktooth territory. And you’re sure about this?” I could

her eyes. “You’re not trying to screw me over,

guess I couldn’t really blame her

wasn’t shy about violence, I

told me, it’s

close contact with

to be the sister.

that settles it,” I said, “You’re mated to my

Alessia was mated to my sister for about