Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

"I don't think I've ever had cheap wine. Maybe I'll like pretending to be poor."

Roman gently took the glass from her hand, lightly licked the lipstick mark on the rim, and then drank.

As he swallowed, he observed Taya's expression.

This time the earlier telltale signs of deceit and fear were gone.

Nevertheless, he wasn't a fool. He'd been around long enough to have a gained a healthy distrust of everyone. When you were born into a leadership role in a powerful, you were born with enemies. Roman was cautious, only taking a sip before putting down the glass.

***

I didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with. Appealing to his ego always did the trick, but I needed him to drink more.

If he didn't drink enough of the sleeping pills, I wouldn't be able to take him down.

Add to that...a stranger was hiding in the bathroom. If he saw that I had killed someone, I might be unable to escape.

This was a mess.

And Roman had no intention of letting me go.

He put down the glass, grabbed my hand, and sat on the sofa. Once he was seated, he dragged me onto his lap, trapping me.

One of his disgusting hands reached out to touch my thigh, inching higher and higher.

I was no match for him unless the sleeping pills kicked in, and I was pretty sure he hadn't had enough.

"Beta Starke, didn't you promise not to touch me?"

I squirmed in his lap, trying to wriggle my way out of his arms so I could stand. All that did was cause him to smile, his wolf gleaming amber in his eyes. "Why ever would I let you go?"