Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

How could someone be even more despicable than Roman?

I gritted my teeth and took a screenshot of all the messages. I'd hand them over to the police tomorrow.

[It doesn't matter if you call the police, then don't forget that you asked me to go to the hotel.]

I held my phone so tightly, I was afraid I might snap it in two.

[The person I contacted was Roman, not you. You pretended to be him and committed the crime!]

But when I saw his following message, I trembled.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

[Who knows whether I'm Roman or not?]

Dammit. He was right. He hadn't left any evidence to prove that he'd pretended to be Roman, and the surveillance video only showed that Roman had been to my room.

The pack police would assume that I'd called the police because I failed to reach an agreement with Roman about having sex with him. And they wouldn't be entirely off-base. Other human women had done

the same thing when they didn't get what they wanted out of a shifter male. And since wolf shifters were so much more powerful in every way, their only option was to try to get the law on their side.

I was quickly running out of options, and it was beginning to feel like this Greyson had planned for every possible outcome. Little human me didn't stand a chance.

Taya: [Even so, what you sent to me can be used as evidence.]

Greyson: [You asked Roman to come to the hotel to kill him. Are you sure you want to take such a big risk to catch me?]

I froze.

Goddess help me. He knew that I wanted to kill Roman, and he also knew that I had drugged him. Or at least planned to.

And if this guy had already thought through everything the way it seemed he had, he probably had the evidence that I had drugged the wine, that I had a dagger with me...

Was there any way out of this? Or did Greyson have me backed into a corner?