Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

I stared at the man in the car, while he only glanced at me.

"I said, get in the car."

Power and anger radiated off of him. If I were a wolf, it would have had a much larger effect on me, but somehow, I still managed to feel his wrath coming at me in waves.

It was as if he would strangle me to death if I didn't obey him.

He definitely meant for me to get in HIS car, not mine.

I struggled for a moment before walking toward the Bugatti.

I wanted to sit in the back seat, but the door was locked, and I couldn't open it. Only the door of the passenger seat was unlocked.

Just. Great.

I was afraid to be so close to him, but I didn't dare to defy him. Even a human like me could tell that his wolf was in dangerous territory right now.

Gritting my teeth, I opened the front passenger door and got in.

After I fastened my seat belt, he drove out of the parking garage.

It was the first time I'd ever been in his car. Before, he'd always had one of his people pick me up, or he'd had me follow behind him in my own car. I'd never been in his personal car. Hell, most of my memories of us were when we were in bed, and we didn't say much during those times.

Our "relationship" had been me coming to him when he wanted me, him using me, and then him sending me on my way. And definitely not being seen together by anyone, ever.

If it didn't make me so sad, I'd find the whole thing funny. Now that he'd ended our contract and told me he never wanted to see me again...here he was. Looking for me.

I didn't know where he was taking me, and I didn't dare ask, didn't dare speak without an indication that he wanted me to. I didn't want to poke the bear. Er, wolf. Griffon drove to the lake.

The car stopped at a dark intersection. There wasn't even a single streetlamp anywhere near us.

The lake was vast, endlessly stretching out to the horizon. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was the ocean. The only thing missing was the scent of saltwater. Griffon didn't get out of the car, didn't say anything. He just rolled down the window and let the breeze in.

He lowered his eyes and played with his lighter.

The whole thing was strange, and I couldn't help but stare at him.

At first glance, I saw that the corners of his eyes were scarlet as if he was trying his best to hold back something, and his eyes were the amber color of his wolf's. My stomach twisted. Something was wrong with him.

I grabbed the seat belt tightly, gathered up all the courage I could manage, and asked in a whispered voice, "Alpha Knight, what's wrong?"