The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

Chapter 42

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. (=

away,

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

I’d felt? It was him jabbing

substance into

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

he pulled the syringe out. I clasped my hand over the spot

Griffin pulled me close.

Just to make sure you don’t cause any scenes

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

hold them up on my own. I collapsed into Griffin’s side, and

to stroke my hair.

He just drugged me.

he just

was heavy with a sweet chemical aftertaste. My vision began to get

the driver, and

began to fade into

pulled me under was Griffin laying my

that was definitely guilt on

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

times ten.

I noticed was silk sheets underneath me. The third thing

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

several seconds before my

Majesty,” a gravely, accented

a friendly reminder that if you’re not reading this

story. Head over there to dive into the next chapter—it’s all

to twist my aching head around to see where I was

navy blue silk sheets, a dark headboard, and a literal

been in before ~ including

vanity, and a

out on 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 only assume this was

* )

What happened to me?

beady eyes peered down at me. She

stare at. “Do you

mouth and form words, but my

downed it in seconds. Do

at

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

me into the car, sticking a needle

drugged

can tell

needle in their neck like that

The more she spoke, the more I was able

give me?” I asked, and my

pretty

here was… uneventful.”

like Griffin was afraid I’d make

head hurting?” she asked me. One of her bony hands came up to touch my

start of a migraine

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

reliever.”

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

unnamed drugs.

hurt you, Koponesa. It’s a

my head was pounding. If it meant

be worth it.

glass of water, I swallowed the pills down and the

not introducing myself, but I’m one of the King’s personal

with a little bit of business, but he asked me to check on you and

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