Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

Without the knife, I was even more helpless than before.

I was out of options, out of energy, out of...everything.

Sinking into a pile on the floor, I covered my face and burst into hiccupping sobs.

"Don't cry."

His voice was gruff and cold, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort me or trying to get me to stop because it annoyed him.

It didn't matter. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop. I lay there, weeping and trying to breathe through my sobs.

The man let out a helpless sigh. He squatted down and touched my hair, running a hand through it.

I ducked away from his touch.

"I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I couldn't help it. I'm sorry," he said in a softer tone. Huh? He'd been thinking about me for a long time?

He knew who I was... He'd pretended to be Roman and texted me.

That meant he knew I was "involved" with Roman.

And Roman had declared that I was his woman that evening at Nightshade.

I wracked my brain to recall the men present that night. Men whose physical appearance matched.

In addition to Griffon, Preston and many other wolf shifters from prominent packs were there.

Griffon and Preston looked down on me, so they wouldn't do such a thing. Neither of them wanted anything to do with me...and Griffon would have never gone to these lengths. Not when he could have me with a snap of his fingers.

That meant this man was likely someone who knew Roman.

And he must be familiar enough with Roman to know Roman was in a meeting when she called to confirm it.

This all made sense. Roman was scum, so he would associate with other scum. The type of scum who would do something like this.

Oh goddess.

A chill ran down my spine.

I'd told him about the fake contract.

If he told Roman...

Frightened, I trembled all over. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move.

I was as good as dead no matter what.

The man picked up the dagger and looked at it, running his thumb over the hilt.

"Were you going to trick Roman into drinking that drugged wine and then kill him with this?"

I clenched my fists and kept my mouth firmly shut.

He threw the dagger away. His eyes flashed with his wolf, with anger. "Next time you find yourself in a position where you need help, come to me." "Come to you?" I scoffed. "I don't even know who you are, what you look like."

The man did not reply. He picked up my phone, opened WhatsApp, and added his number.

After sending a message, he handed the phone back.

"I promise to come when you need me."

I looked down at my phone to see whatever fake name he'd entered.

Mr. Greyson.