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.

come alone. Of course, he’d bring

hands were running up and down my arms

feel the sparks.

it’s time to go home now, little fox?” He whispered and I could feel

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

chasing me across the

was fighting was over. He had me now. (1) So, I just

see his face, but I could practically feel his smug

and then he turned me around to face him. I had to

as I’d suspected, he was wearing a victorious smile. “Let’s go.”

in his. I hated to admit it, but his large hand felt soft and warm and utterly perfect in

couldn’t bring myself to call the castle “home,” but I

to take me.

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

I’d ridden up and from the

he has

glance back at my shattered phone sitting on the sidewalk. I’d

send that message to my mother, and now, I was going to just

let her know I was

my hips and helped me into the

not need it).

seat closest to the far window and

and height

I felt my face

the same driver who had driven

he known who I was the entire

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

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(! Part of me felt like

It would’ve

you would never have gotten to spend time with

how short our time together had

her again — and

mother only made me think about how worried she’d

about my

there’s still a

said, and he immediately turned to me. “I know you must be

I could ask for a

eyes lit up with amusement. “Oh, I’m not angry with you,

surprised me. The guy had just spent the past couple of weeks tracking me down and he wasn’t angry?

incredibly hard to believe.

I asked him with furrowed

smiled at me. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was the

mind. It felt like he was

on me

you’re not mad?”

His fingertips left tingles everywhere they touched. “No, little fox,”

I am disappointed in you.”

My stomach dropped.

could argue that disappointment was better than anger, but

was going to be worse than

was the favor you wanted

I felt foolish for even asking.

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

ignored them. ’d been too blinded by

Pull yourself together, Clark.

ball and hide my face in