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. (=

move my head away,

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

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

into

only took him a few seconds, and by the time I’d registered it, he was already done. “What

syringe out. I clasped my hand over the spot he’d

Griffin pulled me close.

to make sure you don’t cause any

I could argue or fight or throw some sort of fit,

for me to hold them up on my own. I collapsed into

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

my God, he

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

the driver, and

began to fade into colorless

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

guilt on his face.

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

times ten.

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

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

it took several seconds before

Majesty,” a gravely, accented voice spoke nearby.

not reading this book on n𝘰𝚟el5s.com, you might be

to dive into the next

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

blue silk sheets, a

massive, more luxurious than anything I’d been in before ~

suite with gold and navy fixtures, an impressive vanity, and a couple of doors

cardigan and dress, a stout old woman was perched next to me. She was wearing

* )

What happened to me?

said, and her beady eyes peered down at me.

at. “Do you remember what happened,

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

water and I downed

with Aiden. We were at the movie, I walked

couldn’t suppress the gasp. The previous night’s events rushed through my brain in

the car,

bastard drugged

can tell you remember. I

their neck like that or a nasty drug hangover ~

more

nod. “What did he give me?” I asked, and my voice was still croaky, “Diphenhy ~

had a pretty big dose of it. The King wanted

here was… uneventful.”

like Griffin was afraid I’d make a scene

head hurting?” she asked me. One of her bony hands came up to touch my forehead. “Yeah,” I said, “It

got the start of a migraine coming

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

reliever.”

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

unnamed drugs.

“Please, it won’t hurt you, Koponesa. It’s a weak opioid. It’ll help your headache.”

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

be worth it.

down and the old woman smiled at me. “Good,

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

me