The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

“Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative.” HG Wells

Punishment?

He’s going to punish me?

Griffin had said it so casually, like he was telling me about the weather or asking me my favorite food.

“Punishment?” I echoed, craning my neck to look up at him. Tucked into his side, it strained my neck to make eye contact with him but I managed.

A slow smirk spread across his face. My reaction didn’t seem to surprise him at all, and if anything, he just looked

amused.

What a sadist. He enjoys freaking me out like this.

“Yes, little fox,” he said, and his tone was almost mocking, “If I don’t punish you, how will you learn your lesson?”

Oh, God. He’s actually serious, he’s not just joking. “I don’t understand…how would you punish me?” I asked. I couldn’t

possibly imagine what Griffin’s “punishment” would entail. Was he planning to lock me up in the dungeon or something?

Or was this more of a time-out-sit-in-the-comer sort of deal? Both options didn’t seem appealing, and the very thought

of a “punishment” made me feel like a misbehaving child. Maybe that was the point. (°

“We’ll discuss it once we get back to the castle,” he said, and he went back to playing with my hair, “For now, I’m just

happy you’re in my arms again. But we’ve got a long night and a long flight ahead of us. You should probably get some

sleep.”

For a brief moment, my mind flashed to the airport. Of course, we’d be taking a flight back to Canada! Maybe I could

escape at the airport. There would be people there, people who would never let some random man drag a kicking,

screaming girl onto a flight.

As if he could sense what I was thinking, one of Griffin’s hands came up to cup my jaw and turn my attention back to him.

“I already know that clever little mind of yours is trying to hatch a second escape plan, little fox,” he said with narrowed

eyes, “But I’m going to stop you right here. Don’t even try.”

“What?” I feigned disbelief, “I was not thinking about trying to escape. I was thinking about what snacks I’d get at the

airport. That’s all.”

Iwas a terrible liar and the unimpressed look on Griffin’s face proved it. I wasn’t fooling him. He sighed, his eyes roaming

over my face. There was some sort of emotion on his face ~ sadness or guilt, I wasn’t sure which. “I wish it didn’t have to

come to this,” he said, “But I knew it would. Even with my private jet, I can’t take any chances with you.”

I was too confused by his statement to notice how he rummaged around his pocket or moved his other hand to hold my

jaw still.

And then I felt it.

He moved quickly, far too quickly for me to shove him away or fight back. Suddenly, there was a sharp pin-prick in my

neck. (=

tried to move my head away, but

glimpse at what he was holding in the other hand: a large needle

pin-prick I’d felt? It was him jabbing the needle into my neck, emptying

substance into

the time I’d registered it,

syringe out. I clasped my hand

Griffin pulled me close.

to make sure you don’t cause

that wears off, we’ll be home.” Before I could argue or fight or throw some sort of fit, I

started to feel heavy, too heavy for me to hold them up on

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

he just

to yell at him, but my tongue was heavy with a sweet

the driver,

ahead of us began to fade into colorless

me under was Griffin laying my head on his lap and pressing his lips

definitely guilt on his

thing I noticed when I woke up was just how much my head hurt. It felt like

times ten.

sheets underneath me. The

was enough for me to force my heavy limbs and sluggish brain awake. |

it took several seconds before my

accented voice

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head around to see where I was and to who that voice belonged. I was laying in a

sheets, a dark headboard, and

luxurious than anything I’d been in before ~ including Griffin’s old bedroom. This was

and navy fixtures, an impressive vanity, and a couple of

the bed in the same cardigan and dress, a stout old woman was perched next to me. She was wearing a thin white coat, and from the medical supplies next to her, I could

* )

What happened to me?

peered down at me. She had a

stare at. “Do you remember what happened,

and form words, but my throat was so dry that I

water and I downed it in seconds.

with Aiden. We were at the

rushed through

the car, sticking a needle in my

drugged me!

the expression on your face,” the woman said, “I can tell you remember. I told

needle in their neck like that or a nasty drug hangover ~ which is what

now.” The more she spoke, the more I was able to

me?” I asked, and my voice was still croaky, “Diphenhy ~ what was

she said, “It’s a sleep aid and you had a pretty big

here was…

More like Griffin was afraid I’d make a scene in public

her bony hands came up to touch my forehead. “Yeah,” I said, “It feels

the start of a migraine coming

effect of the drug,” she said, and then she turned to rummage through her bag,

reliever.”

I only eyed them. After being jabbed with a needle, I

unnamed drugs.

you, Koponesa. It’s a weak opioid. It’ll

me, my head was pounding. If it meant getting rid of the hammering in my head, the

be worth it.

water, I swallowed the pills down and

way. I apologize for not

asked me to check on you and make sure you