Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

The man raised his chin, and the bodyguards behind Roman kicked at the backs of his knees and shins. Roman was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

He was so angry to be so humiliatingly forced to kneel at someone's feet that he didn't care about anything else. He raised his head, gritted his teeth, and glared at the man in front of him. "How dare you treat me like this?" Roman started to stand back up, trying to keep the look of pain off his face; his finger wound was pure agony. "I will find out who you are, and I'll kil—" Before Roman could finish his threat, the masked man had his knife out. Faster than Roman could blink, the man had sliced through his wrist tendons, leaving Roman's hands dangling uselessly. The pain and shock was so fierce, Roman didn't have time to process it before his mouth was slashed, followed by slashes on the tops of his thighs-clear down to the bone. The man didn't even blink as he did all of this, his eyes shining cold and emotionless with his wolf.

Once Roman was lying on the ground, trembling in shock, the masked man stood over him. He threw the knife aside, and then one of his bodyguards handed him a handkerchief. "You kissed her with that filthy mouth of yours. Touched her, hugged her, and even made her sit on your lap. Now, you'll never kiss her, touch her, or make her sit on your lap ever again." The man calmly and deliberately wiped Roman's blood from his hands.

"Sir, it's time to go," one of the bodyguards nudged.

The man nodded slightly, then turned and left without a backward glance at Roman.

choreographed dance, all of the vehicles left the

bleeding out and shaking on the cold

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the hotel room all night,

sleepy that

next afternoon, and the Knight pack

I tidied myself up and was about to leave