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. (=

my head away,

then I managed to catch a glimpse at what he was holding in the

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

into

I’d registered it, he was already

my hand over the spot he’d stabbed, but it was

Griffin pulled me close.

your own good. Just to make sure you don’t cause any scenes out

home.” Before I could argue or fight or throw some sort

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

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

my God, he just drugged

at him, but my tongue was heavy with a sweet chemical aftertaste. My

the driver,

road ahead of us began to fade

before the drug pulled me under was Griffin laying my head

guilt

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

times ten.

underneath me. The third thing

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

several seconds before my surroundings

Majesty,” a gravely, accented voice spoke nearby.

friendly reminder that if you’re not reading this book on n??el5s.com, you might be

to dive into the next chapter—it’s

where I was and to who that voice belonged.

navy blue silk sheets, a

I’d been in before ~ including

impressive vanity, and a couple of doors

a stout old woman was perched next to me. She was wearing a thin white coat, and from

* )

What happened to me?

hours,” she said, and her beady eyes peered down at me.

stare at. “Do you remember what happened, Your Majesty?”

my mouth and form words, but my throat was so

of water and I downed it in seconds. Do I remember

were at the movie,

gasp. The previous night’s events rushed through

the car, sticking a needle in my

drugged

face,” the woman said, “I can tell you remember. I told him

that or

more she spoke, the more I was able to recognize her accent.

did he give me?” I asked, and my voice was still croaky,

you had a pretty big dose of it. The King wanted to make

here was… uneventful.”

I’d make a scene in public and escape

me. One of her bony hands came

the start of a

the drug,” she said, and then she turned to

reliever.”

little white pills, but I only eyed them. After being jabbed with a needle, I felt a little

unnamed drugs.

won’t hurt you,

pounding. If it meant getting

be worth it.

same glass of water, I swallowed the pills down and the

for not introducing myself, but I’m one

business, but he asked me to check on you and make sure you