Are you going to look for Elder Thorin?”
Tara, dressed in a professional suit that looked immaculate on her, saw that I was waiting for the elevator but did not step in. Her question pulled me out of my daze, and I came to my senses.
I hurriedly came up with a reason not to step foot on that elevator. “I’m sorry, I forgot something.”
Spinning on my heel, I turned around and left, not daring to look at the two of them.
Watching her run away, Tara couldn’t help but turn to look at Griffon, who was standing beside her. “That was strange. How come she seemed so scared of us that she wouldn’t get on the elevator?”
Griffon didn’t reply. His indifferent eyes showed no emotion, as if he was uninterested in anything around him.
Tara reached out her delicate hand, took his arm, and said softly, “Griffon, thank you for taking me to the emergency room the other night. I haven’t had wolfs bane in so long, I didn’t know it would affect me that way.”
During a visit to the Knight pack with her father, they discussed the engagement, and she drank a few gla*ses of wine in excitement. Her wolf’s reaction to it had been intense, and she’d never felt so sick k.
She’d been trying to find an opportunity to thank him, but every time she went to the Knight pack offices to look for him, he’s a*sistant would say that he wasn’t there. If it weren’t for her father’s business today and inviting him over, she probably wouldn’t have had an opportunity to thank him.
Griffon lowered his gaze to look at the hand wrapped around his arm, glowering. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
Tara quickly let go of his arm and lowered her head in disappointment. “Will it always be this way? Me needing permission to show you affection?”
Griffon raised an eyebrow, and the look on his face was pure snarling wolf. “Always.”
Tara choked on her words.
On Tara’s first day at Midwest Packs Corporation, Griffon held her hand, and when she accidentally sat on his lap in the office, he didn’t say anything.
The night the wolfs bane had made her sick, he carried her into the emergency room.
But since then, he’d been distant, like a block of ice. She knew he was avoiding her, punishing her for her past sins.
“Griffon, I’m sorry. I know I hurt you five years ago when I refused your proposal. I didn’t think I was good enough for you, ready to be the Luna you deserve. Furthermore, I went abroad to study,
to learn how to be the she-wolf you need. Please don’t be angry with me anymore, okay? Let me love you.”
Griffon’s face softened a little. Just for a second.
Then he turned to look at Tara and said flippantly, “I’ve changed. I prefer physical contact to be on my terms.”
Tara deflated a bit but refused to admit defeat. Griffon had always been difficult, ever since he was a child. He’d eventually finish punishing her. Since she had chosen him, she would give him more time to get used to the fact that she wouldn’t let him down again.
When I returned to my desk, my face was more than a little pale.
Of all the moments for Griffon and Tara to be that elevator, it just HAD to be that moment. If I’d known there was a chance I’d see them, I’d have taken the stairs.
Though, given my heart, I’d likely have died on those stairs.
But that would be better than facing Griffon.
I had promised him he would never see me again, but it hadn’t taken long to break that promise.
When I saw Griffon again, it felt like a century had pa*sed since I’d seen him.
I took a deep breath and turned on the computer. Just as I was about to sort out the handover documents, Elder Thorin called me.
I was stunned. He rarely wanted to see me. And when he did,
he would inform Lila and have her send me up. Why would he call me himself?
I answered the phone quickly, confused as to why Elder Thorin was contacting me directly.
“Ms. Palmer, I’d like to see you in my office.” The elder’s voice was gentle, but even a human like me understood the unspoken command underlying every word the elder ever spoke. Even Alphas obeyed the elders-typically.
After giving the order, he hung up the phone, leaving no room for me to refuse or ask any questions.
C rap. I was pretty sure Griffon was up there, since I’d seen him on the private elevator. The last thing I wanted to do was see him, but if Elder Thorin wanted to see me, it must be important.
Ever since I had started working for the Midwest Packs Corporation, the Elder Thorin had always been friendly and kind to me, so I forced myself to his office. Even though I’d quit this job, I still wanted to be respectful of him and treat him. How he’d always treated me.
Many wolf-shifters weren’t kind to humans, and certainly not in a situation like this, where I was directly working with all the packs I made my way to the private elevator, and the up to Elder Thorin’s office, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and trying to keep my mind off who was likely in his office.
Just as I had expected, Griffon sat in Elder Thorin’s office talking to him.
*
And they were discussing the bidding of the Weston City project.
After what happened with the Starke pack, the Knight pack unexpectedly postponed the bidding for a few days.
As a result, the bidding had not begun yet, which meant that the Starke pack had never doubted the contract’s authenticity.
Moreover, Roman was injured and in a coma. He might not have time to hand over the fake contract to the Starke pack.
I was worried that when Roman woke up and discovered something wrong with the fake contract, he would come to me to get even. Had everything gone to plan, I would have never had to deal with the fallout from the fake contract.
Giving myself a men tal shake, I tried to shrug off all these thoughts about what might happen. This was all in the future. When Roman woke up, he would face many problems, the are contract only being a small piece of what the Starke pack was currently dealing with.
He was going to have to figure out have to get his father, Alpha Starke, out of jail. And then there were all the pack’s legal issues surrounding bribery and tax evasion…not to mention Roman’s own issues regarding his treatment of women.
And that was all if Roman himself wasn’t involved in the pack’s legal issues, right alongside his father. For all I knew, they’d end up in silver together, sharing a cell.
By the time he was done with the endless list of things he had to take care of, I’d probably be dead anyway. Even if he wanted to settle the score, he wouldn’t be able to.
I composed my thoughts and was about to knock on the door before walking into the room when I heard a few people talking about the Sterling pack in Overly Capital.