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

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

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

substance into

took him a few seconds, and by the time I’d registered it, he was

I clasped my hand

Griffin pulled me close.

sorry, little fox,” he said, “It’s for your own good. Just 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 began to feel

started to feel heavy, too heavy for me to hold them up on my own. I collapsed

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

God, he just

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

driver,

us began

registered before the drug pulled me under was Griffin laying my head on his lap and pressing his lips to my

definitely guilt

woke up was just how much my head

times ten.

me. The third thing my drug-induced brain noticed was

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

it took several seconds before my surroundings became

gravely, accented voice spoke nearby. “You’re

you’re not reading this book on n??el5s.com, you

Head over there to dive into

aching head around to see where I was and to who that voice belonged.

with navy blue silk sheets, a dark headboard,

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

fixtures, an impressive vanity, and a couple of

old woman was perched next to me. She was

* )

What happened to me?

were out for twelve hours,” she said, and her beady eyes peered down at me. She

“Do you remember

to open my mouth and form words, but my throat was so

a glass of water and I downed it in seconds.

were at

night’s events rushed through my brain in a

bringing me into the car, sticking a

drugged me!

can tell you remember. I told him

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

more she spoke, the more I was

asked, and my voice was still croaky, “Diphenhy ~ what was it

you had a pretty big dose of it. The

was… uneventful.”

like Griffin was afraid I’d make a scene in

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

of a migraine

of the drug,” she said, and then she turned to rummage through her bag, “Here. Take this.

reliever.”

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

unnamed drugs.

woman rolled her eyes. “Please, it won’t hurt you, Koponesa. It’s a weak

my head was pounding. If it meant getting

be worth it.

down and the old

the way. I apologize for not introducing myself, but I’m one of the

he asked me to check on you and make sure