The moment I woke up from my dream, I felt ridic ulous for having had such a dream in the first place.
I touched my heated face and tender lips.
They felt as if Griffon had really been here.
Sha me filled me at the thought of fantasizing about Griffon, but my accidental brush of my lips across his cheek must have sparked something in my subconscious.
After all, I had been with him for five years. My body knew his so very intimately, had always responded to him so eagerly. I was used to his touch, and that moment at the Wilton pack manor was familiar.
But I would get over it, and I would go back to forcing the memories of his hands and lips on my body out of my mind.
While I was comforting myself, a call from Jackson came in.
Sighing and steeling myself for whatever he wanted, I answered. “What can I do for you, Alpha Sterling?”
I kept my tone businesslike.
“Ms. Palmer, Camille isn’t here today. I need you to accompany me to the bidding.”
How could Camille, always by Jackson’s side, be absent today of all days?
I was more than a little confused, but I agreed. If I said no, I’m sure it would get back to Tara.
Plus, as soon as the bidding was over, Jackson would likely return to Wolverly Capital.
“Wait for me,” I said almost excitedly.
After I spoke, I realized that Jackson might take my tone as being excited to see him.
Cr ap.
Sure enough, I could hear the smile in his voice when he responded.
“Don’t worry. The bidding doesn’t start until ten. It’s still early.”
I looked at the time. It was seven o’clock; I had woken up early for once instead of sleeping the day away. Had I been that affected by my Griffon dream?
I blushed again. I quickly replied with a “yes” and hung up the phone.
I’d fallen asleep last night before checking my WhatsApp. I quickly checked, worried I’d missed a message from Harper. I’d been trying to respond to her quickly when she messaged so she wasn’t anxious about anything happening in Arcadia while she on her honeymoon.
She’d sent a few photos of the scenery and took a few short videos.
I looked through them and replied.
After replying, she subconsciously looked at the profile picture. of a message that had been pushed to the bottom.
The profile picture was blank, as mysterious as Greyson himself.
I clicked on the chat log.
Since my last message, Greyson had been silent.
He had called me hundreds of times that day, but then there was radio silence after my reply. It was confusing, and for some reason I couldn’t figure out, it bothered me.
Nope. Not going there. I exited the app and put my phone down.
It was by far better if he didn’t hara*s me. If I’d never met him.
I struggled to pull myself together. After getting up and freshening up, I took my medicine on time for once. Since I hadn’t slept the day away.
Then, I arranged for an express delivery and sent out the dresses, shoes, and everything else that Jackson had bought for me yesterday.
Sure, I could give it all to Jackson directly, but that would take a lot of time and effort to talk to him and explain why I was giving them back. It would be better to send them over by express, and that way he couldn’t refuse them.
After sending the things out, I took my bag and went to the branch office of the Sterling pack where the bidding for the Weston City project was taking place.
The entire branch office was in a busy state, everyone bustling around to prepare their presentations. Most of the time, Alphas let their underlings take care of things like this, but Jackson was highly involved, walking his pack executives through the PowerPoint for the bidding.
Everyone wanted a job as huge as this.
Not only was it a lot of potential money, it was a partnership with the powerful Sterling pack.
Jackson and his team didn’t come out of the main conference room until nine o’clock.
The bidding would be held in the Knight pack’s business headquarters on their pack lands. Driving into the Knight pack’s headquarters was a bit like driving into the future.
Many packs worked to stayed connected to the land, to blend in with the environment around them. There was typically a sense of “nature” a*sociated with most pack facilities.
Not so with the Knight pack.
High-rise buildings screamed of science and technology, with curated landscaping, and an unparalleled security system. Everyone who entered the premises had to go through facial recognition.
It was overwhelming to many shifters, but for the Knight pack, this was every day. There was a reason they were one of the most powerful packs in North America.
In fact, I had heard that the Knight pack had branches like this worldwide.
Their business covered a wide range, and real estate was only a tiny part.
The Knight pack was known their aerospace research and had been working with NASA on space travel.
Other groups couldn’t compete with them. Even though the Knight pack had the ability to do the work on the Weston City project themselves, they were too busy and focused on their work with NASA.
I had never actually been to the Knight pack’s headquarters, and after witnessing the magnificence of it with my own eyes, I realized how small and insignificant I was.
I had once fantasized that Griffon would mate me, but now I found that dream to be completely ludicrous.
How could such a powerful man make me his Luna?
It was not until this moment that I realized I was absolutely not a match for him.
The little bit of hope I had of being with Griffon was utterly shattered by this shocking scene.