Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

When I spoke, I realized I'd made a mistake.

Griffon's expression changed, and his demeanor darkened even more.

I didn't dare to speak again.

Then I noticed the faint scent of alcohol in the car. My nose couldn't detect wolfsbane, but I could definitely smell the whiskey.

And Griffon wouldn't be drinking alcohol unless it had wolfsbane in it.

No wonder he'd taken the initiative to seek me out. He had liquid courage on his side. Or...liquid anger? I wasn't sure.

Since he wouldn't speak to me and tell me what he wanted.

I sighed.

my thoughts, Griffon startled me by tossing the lighter he was playing with against the

eyes were a darker amber than I'd ever seen them before. I'd seen him in his wolf form a couple of times, and even then,

eyes, trying to find something else in them, but there

to ask me that? Couldn't you have asked this in the parking garage?" His lethal gaze bored into my

exhausting to be constantly misunderstood, constantly questioned about doing things I hadn't

chin between his thumb and forefinger and

turn into claws. His wolf was just below the surface, and I knew just how hard

you believe me if I said that I didn't sleep

his presidential suite for the entire night and didn't come out until

"Since you already seem to know the answer, why are you

tightened his grip on my chin. "Did. You.

Fuck this.

"Yes," I ground out.