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. (=

head away, but Griffin held

at what he was

pin-prick I’d felt? It was him jabbing the

substance into my

few seconds, and by the time I’d registered it, he was already done.

out. I clasped my hand over the spot he’d stabbed, but it was too

Griffin pulled me close.

said, “It’s for your own good. Just to

could argue or fight or

too heavy for me to hold them up on my own. I collapsed into Griffin’s

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

my God, he just drugged

with a sweet chemical aftertaste. My vision began

driver,

began

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

guilt

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

times ten.

I noticed was silk sheets underneath me. The third thing

observation was enough for me to force my heavy limbs and sluggish brain

seconds before my

accented voice spoke

reading

dive into the

managed to twist my aching head around to see where I was and to who

a dark headboard, and a

luxurious than anything I’d been in before ~ including Griffin’s

impressive vanity, and a couple of doors that

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 only

* )

What happened to me?

were out for twelve hours,” she said, and her beady eyes peered down at me. She had a large hook nose that I

to stare at. “Do you remember what

and form words, but my throat was so

glass of water and I downed it

at the movie, I walked out and

previous night’s events rushed through my brain in

the car, sticking

bastard drugged

can tell you remember. I told him

that or a nasty drug hangover

now.” The more she spoke, the more I was able to recognize her accent. Russian.

nod. “What did he give me?” I asked, and

had a pretty big dose

was…

make a scene in public and

she asked me. One of her bony hands came up to touch my forehead. “Yeah,”

the start of a migraine coming

a side effect of the drug,” she said, and then she

reliever.”

After being jabbed with a needle,

unnamed drugs.

her eyes. “Please, it won’t hurt you, Koponesa. It’s a weak opioid. It’ll help

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

be worth it.

swallowed the pills down and the old woman smiled

Inessa by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself, but

with a little bit of business, but he asked me