Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

I read through article after article, absolutely stunned.

Someone else had been able to do even more than I'd be able to dream of doing. They'd exposed so much more than I would have been able to. What kind of power could defeat one of the biggest packs in Arcadia in just one night?

I remembered what Greyson had said last night-that Roman would not come back. Obviously, I hadn't taken him seriously, but now...

How did he know in advance that Roman would not come back and be so sure of it?

Could it be...he did this?

If it was the masked man who had done it, then my previous speculation that the masked shifter was a friend or packmate of Roman was wrong.

Now, I was back at the drawing board with trying to figure out just who this Greyson was. My gut was telling me that it was him who'd attacked Roman and brought down his pack...which was even more confusing to figure out. The only person I could think of with enough power to ruin the Starke pack so swiftly was Griffon-and the man last night wasn't Griffon.

Relief swept through me, though, when I realized I didn't have to deal with Roman now, didn't have to worry about Harper's safety.

However, as soon as I escaped from Roman, I had another creep to deal with...someone I was afraid was even worse.

After thinking for a while, I went to find the hotel manager so I could see the surveillance footage.

Just my luck. The only footage was of Roman entering and exiting the room. Anything that would have included the masked man had been deleted. There was no proof anyone had been in the room with me other than Roman. I had nothing to take to pack police, and no evidence of his abuse, since he'd placed me in the bathtub.

However...I did have the WhatsApp ID and his messages. That had to count for something, right?

Resolved, I went down to the pack police station to file a report. Of course, the shifter police weren't always known for being particularly helpful to humans, but I had to at least try.

I provided the man's phone number, WhatsApp ID, and all the texts he had sent to me. However, the police said that the phone number was not traceable, and the IP address of his WhatsApp account was run through a VPN.

To top it all off? The police said that I was the one who took the initiative to invite him to the hotel. Even if he pretended to be someone else, it wasn't evidence of anything else. Their best suggestion was to go to the hospital in case any bodily evidence was still.

I was disappointed and out of options, so I went to the hospital.

After that, I dragged my tired body home.

As soon as I opened the door, Harper was right there, wringing her hand anxiously.

"Where have you been?! You didn't answer any of my calls!"

I looked at my phone. Sure enough, there they were.

I'd been so focused on watching the news and checking the surveillance video in the hotel that I hadn't even noticed any missed calls.

"Oh, I went out for a walk in the mall. It was noisy, so I didn't hear my phone."

Actually, I'd been sleeping so soundly that I hadn't heard anything. But I didn't want Harper to worry, so I tried to play it off casually. Hopefully, Harper was happy enough to see that I was alive and okay, her wolf wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"Shouldn't you be on your way to your honeymoon in Malaysia with Damian today? Why are you here?"