Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

"Do you like to roleplay?"

He spoke very low, as if deliberately hiding his voice. It was so low and rough, it was as if his wolf were speaking to me.

It was impossible to tell who he was. I had to find a way to take off his mask.

Plus, he wasn't buying my act. I was already in danger, so I switched tactics.

I mustered up all of the confidence and sternness I could. "You're not Beta Starke. Who are you? Why won't you show your face?"

The man did not answer. Instead, he raised his hand-wearing a black glove-and touched my cheek softly. The leather was cool on my skin. "Answer my question first." While he was touching my face, I quickly reached out to pull off his mask.

However, he reacted quicker and grabbed my wrist.

I still held the wine in my other hand. Unless I dropped the wine, which I didn't want to do because of the sleeping pills in it, I was trapped.

The man saw that I was still tightly gripping the wineglass, and his eyes narrowed.

He snatched it from my hand, held it under his nose, and sniffed.

I nervously sweated as I watched him, and my brain stopped working instantly.

This was a shifter. How could he NOT smell the drugs in there?

I held my breath and waited for his reaction.

But he said nothing and put the glass aside.

Perhaps the smell of the wine overpowered anything else? I prayed that was the case.

He then took out a white cotton rope and grabbed both my hands.

Frightened, I screamed, "Bastard!"

I struggled and resisted desperately, but the wolf's hold was too strong.

He tightened his grip on my wrists and tied them up with the rope.

Then, he pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and covered my eyes.