The Alpha King's Human Mate by HC Dolores

The Alpha King’s Human Mate

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

“From the neck up is where you win or lose a battle.” Anthony Joshua

Although I spent most of the remaining party hiding in the pantry or trying to fade into the wallpaper, the pit in my

stomach never went away. Aria eventually took me back to my cell after several hours, but I never relaxed. Whether that

was because I was too anxious or the sundress did little to provide me with warmth, I’m not sure.

Whatever it was, | didn’t sleep.

With no natural light or even a clock to go by, there was no reliable way for me to keep track of time in the cell. Seconds

might as well have been minutes and minutes might as well have been hours. |)

If anything, my stomach was the closest thing I had to a watch. I’d gorged myself on finger foods at Liam’s party when

nobody had been looking, which must’ve been hours ago. The growl of my stomach was plenty of confirmation that

some time had passed.

Liam must be planning to carry out his schemes sometime soon.

Unless he plans to just keep me down here indefinitely, like a bargaining chip he can dust off when it suits him. Chapter

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And just when I was beginning to wonder if I’d end up rotting down here before I got an opportunity to escape, all hell

broke loose.

You know when you’re sitting outside on a cloudless summer day, and then out of nowhere, you feel the storm brewing?

The sky is still blue, but you can feel the electricity in the air, the wind picking up right before the clouds roll in and the

thunder cracks.

That’s exactly what I felt as I sat down in the dungeon. The storm brewing.

All of the sudden, I was hit with a cocktail of emotions that didn’t quite feel like they belonged to me ~ sadness, guilt,

and anger. So much anger. Really, that wasn’t even the right word ~ it was pure, unadulterated rage that called for blood.

Griffin. These are Griffin’s emotions.

This is the first time I’ve felt his emotions like this, so he must be close. He must be here.

Immediately, I was on my feet with fresh adrenaline pumping through my veins. There was still no way for me to get out

the cell without someone opening the door on the other side,

so, all I did was

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Was I wrong?

in a cell for days and humiliated surely can’t

out a little longer than this though. Then abruptly, I heard the

there’s no way I’m

like a

Griffin really is here.

first time in days, hope swelled in my

heard and my breath hitched as I

Griffin. Please be

heavy silver door swung open with a loud bang and my heart plummeted when I made

the doorway.

wasn’t Griffin who stood before me,

was enraged.

and the next thing I knew, I

throat, crushing my windpipe beneath his fingers like

choke and gasp under the

your

beneath Ezra’s crushing

hold on

speak. “He wasn’t supposed to come here,” Ezra said, his

be an ocean away, distracted by my army.

choked me, I realized

probably never intended to use me as active bait. Ezra had said it himself. They had intended to

army without risking their own

the bond had worked just as well as I’d hoped if

friendly reminder that if you’re not reading this book on

dive into the next chapter—it’s

seeing on Ezra’s face but

it was the oxygen loss but what I did next surprised me

burst out

dropped me, and I fell to

again.

know, I see it now,” I managed to say between bouts of laughter, “You’re not some evil

You’re just an idiot. A complete and utter mor ~” My throat was in

in my peripheral

should never have

that

his lips. “Well, our plans aren’t lost yet,”

you might take that mate of yours with you into the

pound. My nails clawed

pressed down harder, and the pressure mounted until | worried that my

might explode.

of my