Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

[I'll wait for half an hour.]

After sending this message, Greyson didn't send anything else.

He'd given his final word, and it seemed that was that.

I wished I knew who he was in the wolf shifter hierarchy of things. Was he an Alpha who was used to having what he wanted when he wanted it? Or was he someone who was a nobody and was enjoying exerting power over a human girl. Power he didn't have over anyone else.

Something told me he was powerful no matter who he was with. Especially if he truly had been behind what happened to Roman.

I handed over the text messages to the shifter police, mentioning Roman, since there was surveillance footage of him entering and leaving the hotel room.

The police would investigate Roman and collect any evidence they could.

But if Greyson told the police I wanted to kill Roman, that I had drugs and a dagger there to do it...the shifter packs wouldn't be lenient on me. They would charge me for attempted murder, and I knew how that would play out in a courtroom.

The little, frail, sick human girl versus the big bad wolf.

Unlike in the fairy tale, in this case it was the big bad wolf who would be the hero of the story.

intend to give him the contract but to

Roman would pin the blame on me, and the Starke pack would jump at the opportunity to shift the focus from

imprisoned like his father, Alpha Starke. So if he woke up from his coma and learned the truth of everything,

I was afraid of Roman. A sleeping wolf was still a wolf. Even if Roman had fallen from grace, it would still be easy for him to crush me-and

death; I'd accepted it already given my condition, and accepted it earlier in my life, when I realized I had no wolf

was

then pondering some more—I came

obediently went to the presidential suite

like Greyson was the less dangerous option than Roman and what he could do to me

grabbed my

***

knocked

from the inside, but no one was

in front of the French windows, holding a remote in his hand that

the same. His face was hidden under the golden bronze mask, his hair messy, and he was wearing

had one hand in his trouser pocket, and he set down the remote on a side table, picking up

voice, he said,

cold tone was similar to Griffon's, but the