Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

After Silas was taken away by the Sterling pack, I visited the main pack house daily. I knelt in front of him, not caring an ounce for my dignity, explaining to him repeatedly that I'd only sold myself to save him. Not only did he not believe me, he kicked my chest with his leather boot, shoving me away from him as if I were a mutt who was bothering him.

As he had done it, he'd growled fiercely, "Don't use saving me as an excuse. You're the cheap one!"

I'd refused to give up, even after being humiliated and kicked.

I cried and tugged at his trouser leg, hoping he would not abandon me, hoping he would remember how much we loved each other. I'd thought he viewed me as more than just a human. As soon as he found out he was an Alpha, I was no longer good enough for him.

Then he broke my fingers one by one.

Oh, how he'd looked at me. His wolfish sneer was full of disgust and pleasure, as if his wolf was getting off on the revenge.

The pain in my dislocated fingers was almost nothing compared to the heartache.

I'd curled into a ball, opening my mouth to beg him to let me go.

But before I could say anything, he roughly slapped me again.

He used all his strength, and my cheek swelled up instantly.

It was as though he had forgotten I was a human, that my body couldn't take the same abuse a shifter's could.

I looked at the Alpha standing in front of me in a designer suit and shoes in disbelief.

"Why?" I asked, leaving everything it implied unsaid.

Why did Silas Johnson, who had doted on me so much in the past, want to beat me to death after taking the name Jackson Sterling and becoming the Alpha of the Sterling pack?

Was it because I didn't believe he had lost his memory and came to find him, a human daring to step on pack lands uninvited? Or was it because once he became an Alpha, a human mate wouldn't suffice?