Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

My heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest, it was pounding so hard.

Why had this man shown up instead of Roman?

Why was he wearing a mask to cover his face?

Why did he turn off all the lights after coming in?

What did he want?

My mind was a mess, and I had no idea what to do.

Dealing with Roman was one thing. But this changed everything.

I gritted my teeth and tried to force my body into compliance-I need to seem strong and sure of myself.

No matter who this was, I would find a way to deal with him. I HAD to.

I released my tightly clenched fists and played dumb.

"Beta Starke," I said, "if you wanted to roleplay, you shouldn't have turned off the lights. It's too dark to see anything."

As I spoke, I picked up the glass on the table next to me and discreetly filled it with a little bit of the crushed sleeping pills. I poured wine into it, and then walked over to the man to hand the glass to him. "Why don't you have a drink to relax?"

I'd originally intended to give Roman the contract when he arrived. I expected only after he had the contract in hand would he be interested in having sex.

Then, I'd give him a drink to liven up the mood and relax. When the sleeping pills took effect, I would kill him with my dagger.

Finally, I would record a video to expose all of Roman's crimes and show that I was forced to kill him to put an end to his evil.

As for myself? After I uploaded the video, I would slit her wrists, ending my own life.

The Starke pack and the police would assume our deaths were due to a lovers' quarrel. This way, they wouldn't involve Harper in my mess.

However, despite how carefully I'd planned, there was no way I could have foreseen a stranger coming in Roman's place.

I couldn't kill this person.

I couldn't end up with two bodies on my hands.

The smaller amount of crushed pills I added to the wine I held out could make people temporarily lose consciousness, but it would not kill them.

Provided my calculations were correct and these amounts would work on wolf shifters like I thought it would. They metabolized everything so much more quickly.

I was going to drug this man, and then quickly book another room to send the address to Roman, leaving this guy here to sleep it off.

Otherwise, if I didn't meet with Roman tonight, he would send someone to Harper and Damian.

I held the glass up to the man, urging him to take it, but he didn't accept it.

He just stared at me with his otherworldly, shining wolf eyes, his mask hiding any expression on his face.

It was as if he could see through me, see all of my thoughts.

The aura emanating from him was comparable to Griffon-powerful and commanding.

He hadn't said a word since he came in. Just lowered his head and stared at me.

I would have thought he was a zombie if it weren't for seeing his chest's slight rise and fall.

He was much larger than me, strong and tall-he reminded me of a mountain. This wasn't a shifter to be trifled with. Despite how scared I was, my mind was racing with thoughts of how to deal with him. Suddenly, he pressed me against the wall.