Amon Yardley, Amon Yardley…
Taya searched for this name in her mind, but she still couldn’t recall anything.
She stared into his eyes. She was full of doubts and eager to know more information.
But it appeared Amon didn’t want to talk to her anymore. He got up and walked out.
Not long after he left, a blonde nurse with blue eyes came in.
As she helped Taya clean up her body, she whispered a few words in Taya’s ear in a language Taya didn’t understand. French, maybe?
She didn’t say anything else and left after cleaning Taya up.
After she left, Taya looked around what she could see of the house. It was decorated in a simple French style.
So, French was probably correct for the language.
Did that mean she was no longer in the US?
How long had it been, and how had Amon-or whoever helped him-gotten her out of the country if that was the case?
Judging from George’s words, she seemed to have been in a deep coma.
Why hadn’t Harper and Silas come to find her?
Could it be that they knew that she was being treated here, so they didn’t disturb her?
Frowning, Taya closed her eyes and fell asleep as exhaustion overlook her.
When she woke, someone was lying on top of her.
To be exact, that person’s head was resting over her heart. It seemed that he was listening attentively, or maybe he was feeling her heartbeat…
From this direction, she could only see a head of thick hair.
She didn’t know what he wanted to do, and she couldn’t move, so she could only stare at the top of Amon’s head.
He seemed to sigh softly and murmured, “The wolf I gave you wasn’t your gift to give someone else. You were supposed to be my mate forever.”
His voice was sorrowful and full of grief.
More pieces started to come together. Had the woman who claimed to be her sister truly transformed Taya into a werewolf? But…where was that woman?
Amon lay prone on her body and could feel that her heart was beating faster than when she was asleep. The guessed that they had woken up.
He raised his bead slight. The moment their eves met, a trace of hostility suddenly appeared in his dark and deep eves.
“I don’t like it when you open your eyes. When you open your eyes, I can tell that you aren’t her.”
Before this, Griffon had just ended a closed-door meeting lasting several days and nights in Houston with NASA.
When it was finally over, he left with Andre and went straight to the luxury car waiting for them outside.
Once in the car, Griffon leaned tiredly against the back seat and rubbed his eyebrows.
“Is anyone from the pack looking for me?”
It wasn’t typical for Griffon to be out of touch for so long with his pack. And while he knew he had people in place to take care of things in his absence, it wasn’t the same as their Alpha.
NASA had been very strict about their no-electronics policy when Griffon and Andre entered the building. Their phones had been confiscated and locked up immediately.
“I haven’t had a chance to check my phone yet.” Andre quickly took out his phone and turned it on.
He hadn’t expected that this meeting would last for so many days, but there’d been a lot to go over regarding the new technology the Knight Pack was presenting.
Griffon took out his phone as well. Nothing apart from a pile of work messages.
He put down his phone and slowly looked out the window with tired, bloodshot eyes.
For some reason, he had been feeling uneasy recently.
Especially over the past two days, which made him absent-minded several times during meetings.
He rubbed his forehead. It was probably because he was too tired. That’s all.
The car soon stopped in front of the Knight pack’s house in an affluent area of Houston. Since they had so many contracts with NASA, the shifters preferred their home to stay at when they were in town.
And it meant Griffon didn’t have to deal with the overwhelming scents of everyone he encountered when staying in a hotel.
After taking off his coat and handing it to Andre when they walked in, Griffon immediately went to his bedroom.
He was so hurried to get to the meeting that he forgot to bring his private phone. Perhaps a clue to his uneasiness would be on that device instead.
When he entered the bedroom, it was messy and smelled strongly of perfume.
Before he could yell to the staff to question the situation, Tara exited the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
“Why are you here?” he demanded in a dangerously low growl.
Before she could smile at him seductively, Tara was stopped in her tracks by Griffon’s warning tone.
She approached him and looked at him slightly disappointed. “Griffon…aren’t you happy that I’m here?”
There was no expression on his handsome face. He stared at Tara and repeated his question.
He did NOT like repeating himself.
“Why. We are. You. Here?”
This was the pack’s private residence. Almost no one knew it existed.
And that’s the way Griffon liked it.
Had the she-wolf been following him?
Tara was frightened by his gaze. She stepped back, wrapping herself tightly in the bath towel.
“Your mother knows your whereabouts like the back of her hand. She asked me to come here because she thinks we should be making more progress since I’ve returned from my studies…”
She plucked up her courage, stepped forward, and lifted her hand to touch the Alpha’s cheek.
He leaned away to evade her before her fingers could contact his skin.
As usual, he avoided her.
Tara smiled in despair. “Griffon, how long do you want me to
wait?!”
He looked down at her, not wanting to talk to her anymore.
“Get out,” he growled, his claws starting to poke out of his fingertips as his irritation level rose.
If it were any other time, Tara would have left obediently and never dared to disobey him.
But right now…she was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing practically everything she had to offer as a mate.
Not only was he unmoved, but he didn’t even want to look at her. How could she bear it?
Tara clenched her fists, her claws extending and stabbing into her palms, and growled back, “You promised him you would mate me. Have you forgotten?”
The anger in his eyes increased. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be mating you. You forget yourself and your place. We are not mated, and you are not my Luna.” Griffon unleashed his full Alpha voice to command her now. “I said, leave!”
Tara held her breath. In the past, as long as she threatened him with these words, Griffon would compromise, or at least treat her a bit kinder.
She glared at him angrily, her wolf unable to resist the command of an Alpha. She picked up the clothes outside the bathroom, turned around, and ran downstairs.
Griffon quickly walked to the bedside and took his private phone from the drawer without looking back.
When he opened it, he found that Taya had called a few times yesterday around two p. m.
Someone picked up the last call. It ended in a few seconds, and Taya never called again.
Frustrated, he quickly called Taya back. He was eager to hear her voice, but she didn’t answer.
He remembered that it was the weekend. Taya liked to sleep in, so he didn’t call again.
He put down his phone and was about to lie down to rest when he got a WhatsApp message.
There was only one friend on his account, and that was Taya…
He quickly picked up his phone and opened WhatsApp, only to hear Andre’s anxious voice outside the door.
“Alpha, open the door. Something happened to Ms. Palmer!”
At the same time, he saw the message: [Greyson, she has pa*sed away. Please don’t message her anymore