My heart began to pound when I met Griffon’s eyes.
The amber color of his wolf’s eyes had taken over, and they swirled with anger and desire. A look I was very familiar with.
I subconsciously looked away, down at the ground, only to see his hand wrapped around my waist.
He must have grabbed my waist to lift me up from lying down on the sofa.
Now I was half-lying and half-sitting up, one of his hands around my waist and the other behind my back as he held me up. He was leaning over me, his giant body an almost suffocating presence even though he wasn’t touching me apart from where his hands held me.
I lifted one hand and tried to push him away, but as soon as my fingertips touched his chest, he growled, “Don’t touch me!”
Frightened, I froze, and I dared not make more contact with him.
I obediently withdrew my hand, but I was also a little puzzled. I looked down at the hand that was still holding my waist.
If he didn’t want me to touch him, why was he holding me like this?
I didn’t dare look at his face, look him in the eye. Not when his wolf was at the surface like it was. I could only keep my head down and ask in a low voice, “Alpha Knight, what can I do for you?”
My voice was slightly trembling, and I didn’t know if it was because I was afraid of Griffons or if it was weakness from my advancing illness.
Abruptly, Griffon let me go and I fell back against the sofa. He jerked the men’s jacket off me and stood up, stalking to the other side of the room.
When I saw him throw it into the trash can, I furrowed my brow, even more confused.
“You came to me just to throw away Alpha Sterling’s coat?”
I hadn’t even realized that Jackson’s coat had been placed over me, presumably by him before he left me to go back to the bidding auditorium.
Griffon had gone too far in throwing it away. There was no need for that, and I had no idea why he would even do such a thing.
He had to be crazy.
Why did he return to me if he didn’t like me? Why did he continue to bull y me like this?
I struggled to get up from the sofa and tried to walk out of the lounge, but Griffon’s big hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me back.
I was forcibly pulled back into Griffon’s arms, and my body hitting his chest felt like I had hit a wall. Furthermore, I was in so much pain from his rough manhandling that I was about to cry.
Already, I was no match for his strength, and what he deemed “normal” in terms of handling was far too much for any human, let alone a dying one.
Tears blurred my eyes as I looked at the man who had locked me in his arms.
“What are you trying to do?”
Anger still shined in his amber wolf eyes, and the hint of fangs poked out from under his lip.
“Why did you lie to me?”
After he asked this question, his eyes gradually turned scarlet around the edges as he looked at me, a snarl on his face.
I was more than confused. “What am I lying to you about?”
Griffon fisted my hair in his hand and grabbed the back of my head roughly, yanking my head backward, so I was forced to look up at him.
He pulled my body tightly to him, lowered his head, and stared to my eyes, his gaze searing practically to my very soul.
“You’ve known Jackson for many years but said you’ve just met him.”
I clenched my jaw. “You’ve lied to me repeatedly. Is it fun being lied to?”
His eyes were burning with rage, and I could tell he was furious.
A furious Griffon was a dangerous Griffon.
I was terrified of him when he was like this, and I wanted to say something to calm him down, but I didn’t know how to explain the whole Jackson thing to him.
I’d lied and said that I had just met Jackson because I was afraid of revealing the past between Jackson and me.
I never expected Griffon to find out the truth so quickly, nor did I expect him to question me. Furthermore, I thought he wouldn’t pay too much attention to anything related to me since he didn’t care about me anymore. He would rather not see me or have anything to do with me, so why would he have looked into anything pertaining to my history with Jackson?
However, I’d underestimated Griffon. He’d been able to uncover whether Roman Starke and I had slept together or not, so naturally, this matter could not be concealed from him.
Meanwhile, if Jackson discovered that I had leaked our past, he wouldn’t let me off so quickly.
I was in a disclose situation.
Compared to Jackson’s vicious methods, it was better to be misunderstood, suspected, and questioned by Griffon.
At least Griffon wouldn’t kick me in my chest and try to k ill me again.
Say something.”
Griffon lowered his head and moved his face closer, his lips brushing against my cheek as he spoke.
I desperately wanted to dip my head down and away from his mouth, but he clasped the back of my head and stopped me from moving.
“I’ll only give you one chance to explain,” he growled out, low and menacing.
There was no denying the Alpha when he was like this-if one were a wolf shifter.
Lucky for me, I was not. And his words had no power to compel me to do his bidding, to make me speak and tell the truth.
I remained silent for a long time. Just as Griffon was about to lose patience, she replied. “I have nothing to explain. It has nothing to do with you.”
The muscles in Griffon’s jaw ticked, and his fangs dropped a bit more.
“It has nothing to do with me…”
After repeating my words flatly, he moved his head and fisted my hair tighter. His hand that was wrapped around my waist got tighter, too, his clawed fingertips starting to bite into my skin.
The moment his mouth hovered over mine, my heart skipped a beat.
It seemed as though he would kiss me at any moment, and I felt his breath caress my lips.
I didn’t know what he was going to do. I was scared and guilty… and turned on.
Just as I clenched my fist, torn between trying to push him away and grabbing onto him for dear like, Griffon suddenly spoke up.
“You lied to me because he’s Silas Johnson. You lied because you didn’t want me to know your past. Am I right?”
His words shocked me.
Taya couldn’t play any tricks on Griffon, couldn’t hide anything from him.
The Alpha’s intelligence and instincts weren’t something others could compete with-especially someone who didn’t have enhanced shifter genes.
As expected, Taya’s actions confirmed his guess.
As far as he knew, the “secret” of the Sterling pack was that Jackson, who had been lost for many years, was found five years ago…
Taya sold herself five years ago, and Jackson was found five years ago.
What a coincidence.
There was only one possibility: Jackson was the man named Silas she had yearned for, had called out for in her sleep.