Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon) novel Chapter 67

This “Greyson” wouldn’t even show me his face, so it’s not like I expected him to enter his real name in.
I lowered my head and was deep in thought when the man suddenly picked me up.
I thought that he was going to do something horrific to me again, so I struggled desperately.
Instead, he put me back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered me with it.
Then, he leaned over and said, “Have a good sleep. Don’t wait for Roman. He won’t come back.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t respond, just left quickly as if he had something urgent to deal with.
As I watched him leave, I wished I could pounce on him and tear him apart.
But I was so tired and weak that I couldn’t wait to fall asleep. I wished I had the stamina that someone like “Greyson” had. Even after all he put me through, thanks to his wolf nature, he didn’t even appear tired.
Meanwhile, my weak human body was nothing but a betrayal on all fronts.
Still, I forced myself to go sit on the sofa and wait for Roman.
No way was I going to put faith in the words of the man who’d assaulted me.
I had to be on full alert to deal with Roman.
At least Greyson hadn’t threatened me with Harper.
However, I wasn’t done with Roman and Greyson. Not by a long shot.
I clenched my fists and made a promise to myself to make them pay.
***
After coming out of the Knight Pack offices, Roman held the contract and looked very happy.
He went to his car in the parking garage under the building, excited to go straight to the Windmere Hotel to find Taya.
To…celebrate.
Unexpectedly, a fleet of Jeeps suddenly rushed out from seemingly nowhere and surrounded him.
Roman’s wolf immediately went on alert, and he had a bad feeling. He quickly abandoned his car; escaping in his wolf form would give him better chances.
He started running toward the exit, undoing his tie. Once he’d shed his constricting clothes, he could shift. He’d barely made it more than a few meters when a car drove straight toward him as if it had lost control.
Frantically, he looked around for a new escape route, but everywhere he turned, a Jeep blocked the way. He might be faster and more powerful in his wolf form, but there was nothing he could do if he was surrounded.
The car forced him to retreat to a corner, and the driver’s door slowly opened.
A man wearing a gold and copper mask stepped out.
The car’s headlights shined bright in Roman’s eyes, so he couldn’t see the man clearly. He could only vaguely tell that it was a young-ish man in casual clothes.
In Arcadia, the Starke pack was important. Everyone knew who the Beta of the pack was. How dare this guy gather so many cars to surround him, corner him. Who would have the balls to do this?
“Do you know who I am?” he growled out at the masked man.
The man cocked his head.
“I do.”
His voice was low and hoarse, deliberately faked.
Only a coward would hide his identity beneath a mask and a false voice. And Roman wasn’t remotely scared of cowards. He was unfazed, and strode over to the man. He pointed a finger at his nose and growled, “Since you know who I am, I can only supposed you’ve blocked my exit because you’re interested in dying tonight.”
The man’s eyes flashed with his wolf—almost an amused look in them—and he only raised his hand slightly. The bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward and grabbed Roman’s hand.
Before Roman could react, the bodyguard took out a knife and cut off his finger—the one he’d pointed at the man.