The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 41 Chapter 41

“The world consists of predators and prey. You are either hunting or running.” (1

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Lused to volunteer at the animal shelter with Uncle Steve when I was seven or eight. Most of my time there is a blur, but I

remember how we captured feral cats so they could be spayed or neutered at the shelter.

We’d buy those live traps, stick a little cat food inside, and wait for the next hungry stray to wander by. I remember how

those feral cats would look when they stumbled upon the trap.

First, they’d wander into the trap cautiously and sniff out the food. There would be a split second where their animal eyes would light up, and you could tell they thought they’d just found the cat-version of the lottery.

But just as they began digging in, the trap would swing shut. The cats always knew they were trapped immediately. They would paw at the door and hiss when you got too close. But they knew they were caught.

The terror in their eyes used to bother me as a kid — even if Steve was always quick to remind me that we were helping

these cats. Sometimes I would wonder what it felt like to be that afraid, to know there was no escape.

But as I stared up at Griffin, I felt exactly like one of those feral cats. I’d wandered into a trap without realizing it, and just

for a moment, I had believed I’d gotten away with it unscathed. I had believed that I could live a life away from

werewolves and mates and crowns.

But now that I was looking into Griffin’s eyes, I knew there was no escape. Nowhere for me to run or hide. He’d caught me.

“Griffin,” I breathed his name out. As scared as I was, I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he was. The streetlights of

Yorba Linda illuminated his bronze skin and highlighted his dark hair. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, it made

him look like some kind of beautiful sculpture crafted by an artist, not a real person.

He was also dressed just as casually as the first time I’d met him ~ a hoodie, light jacket, jeans, and boots.

I didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up when he heard me say his name. “Little fox,” he said, and I’d forgotten how husky his

voice was.

He looked like he was about to say something else, but just as he opened his mouth, a laughing couple walked by us.

There was one of the outdoor benches just feet away and they looked like they were making a pitstop there.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Fight or flight, Clark?

I barely had time to think, but just as Griffin’s eyes flickered to the strangers walking by, I stepped back.

Flight it is. I pivoted on my heel, getting ready to run. But I never got the chance.

Just as I tensed my body to run, Griffin’s hands ensnared me like a cage. He pulled me back toward his chest, and I felt

him push his nose into my hair, breathing in my scent. (2)

My heart continued to pound like a drum, and I wondered if he could hear it. Probably ~ werewolves did have

heightened senses.

“| wouldn’t do that if 1 were you,” Griffin whispered in my ear. I held back a shiver but it wasn’t one of fear. It was

something else his voice was doing to me. “You can’t see them, but I have my guards surrounding us. You won’t get

away from me, not again.”

I practically deflated in his arms. I had known it was fruitless even to try, but part of me had been hopeful after seeing the

strangers walk by.

also should’ve known he wouldn’t come alone. Of course, he’d bring

hands were running up and down my arms and I tried to pretend I

feel the sparks.

it’s time to go home now, little fox?” He

his tone was even and calm. But I couldn’t imagine that

chasing me across

He had

face, but I could practically feel his smug smile. Just as I knew I’d been beaten,

to face him. I had to crane my neck upwards

I’d suspected, he was wearing a victorious smile.

me, and instead, grabbed my hand in his. I hated to admit it,

I couldn’t bring myself to call

to take me.

eyes flickered to the main road and I watched as a sleek black SUV pulled up

ridden up and from

has a

me towards the car, I took one last glance back at my shattered phone

my mother, and now, I was going to just disappear into thin air. How was I

and let her

his hands on my hips and helped me

not need it).

to the far window and watched Griffin climb in after

broad form and height were more

I felt my face go red with embarrassment when I saw

driven Alessia

who I was the

sealing my fate. I’d never get away again, I could feel it. If he was willing to chase me to another

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time when he told me that he’d never let anything get between us. Clearly,

felt like I should’ve

would’ve saved

have gotten to spend time

never regret. No matter how short our time together had been, I would

see her again — and to know

about how worried she’d be

connect the dots about my disappearance,

there’s still a way for me to contact

turned to me. “I know you must be

hoping I could ask

raised an eyebrow and his eyes lit up with amusement. “Oh, I’m not angry with

of

incredibly hard to believe.

not?” I asked him with

me. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was the smile of a predator

It felt like he was trying to

pounce on me

you’re not mad?” J asked

to caress my face. His fingertips left tingles

“But I am disappointed in

My stomach dropped.

argue that disappointment was better than anger, but somehow,

was going to be

the favor you wanted to

felt foolish for even asking. In fact, I just felt embarrassed. How

naive to think I’d get away from him? Everyone had warned me that he wouldn’t let me go,

just ignored them. ’d been too blinded by the

Pull yourself together, Clark.

into a ball and hide my face in the corner,