Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
Finally, I would record a video to expose all of Roman’s crimes and show that I was forced to ki ll him to put an end to his evil.
As for myself? After I uploaded the video, I would slit her wrists, ending my own life.
The Starke pack and the police would a*sume our deaths were due to a lovers’ quarrel. This way, they wouldn’t involve
Harper in my mess.
However, despite how carefully I’d planned, there was no way I could have foreseen a stranger coming in Roman’s place.
I couldn’t ki ll this person.
I couldn’t end up with two bodies on my hands.
The smaller amount of crushed pills I added to the wine I held out could make people temporarily lose consciousness, but it would not ki ll them.
Provided my calculations were correct and these amounts would work on wolf shifters like I thought it would. They metabolized everything so much more quickly.
I was going to drug this man, and then quickly book another room to send the address to Roman, leaving this guy here to sleep it off.
Otherwise, if I didn’t meet with Roman tonight, he would send someone to Harper and Damian.
I held the gla*s up to the man, urging him to take it, but he didn’t accept it.
He just stared at me with his otherworldly, shining wolf eyes, his mask hiding any expression on his face.
It was as if he could see through me, see all of my thoughts.
The aura emanating from him was comparable to Griffon-
powerful and commanding.
He hadn’t said a word since he came in. Just lowered his head and stared at me.
I would have thought he was a zombie if it weren’t for seeing his chest’s slight rise and fall.
He was much larger than me, strong and tall-he reminded me of a mountain. This wasn’t a shifter to be trifled with.
Despite how scared I was, my mind was racing with thoughts of how to deal with him.
Suddenly, he pressed me against the wall.
“Do you like to roleplay?”
He spoke very low, as if deliberately hiding his voice. It was so low and rough, it was as if his wolf were speaking to me.
It was impossible to tell who he was. I had to find a way to take off his mask.
Plus, he wasn’t buying my act. I was already in danger, so I switched tactics.
I mustered up all of the confidence and sternness I could.
“You’re not Beta Starke. Who are you? Why won’t you show your face?”
The man did not answer. Instead, he raised his hand-wearing a black glove-and touched my cheek softly. The leather was cool on my skin. “Answer my question first.”
While he was touching my face, I quickly reached out to pull off his mask.
However, he reacted quicker and grabbed my wrist.
I still held the wine in my other hand. Unless I dropped the wine, which I didn’t want to do because of the sleeping pills in it, I was trapped.
The man saw that I was still tightly gripping the winegla*s, and his eyes narrowed.
He snatched it from my hand, held it under his nose, and sniffed.
I nervously sweated as I watched him, and my brain stopped working instantly.
This was a shifter. How could he NOT smell the drugs in there?
I held my breath and waited for his reaction.
But he said nothing and put the gla*s aside.
Perhaps the smell of the wine overpowered anything else? I prayed that was the case.
He then took out a wh ite cotton rope and grabbed both my hands.
Frightened, I screamed, “B astard!”
I struggled and resisted desperately, but the wolf’s hold was too strong.
He tightened his grip on my wrists and tied them up with the rope.
Then, he pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and covered my eyes.
Blindfolded, I was completely surrounded by darkness.
I felt like I had fallen into an endless abyss, unable to escape no matter how hard I struggled.
If I’d thought Roman was terrifying…I was learning there was someone even more terrifying than him.
Nervous sweat drenched my body, and I couldn’t keep my legs from trembling.
Tied, blindfolded… I was helpless.
The only thing I could do now was try to calm down, to figure out what to say for him to let me go.
“Sir.” My voice was just as shaky as I felt. “Wh-What are you doing?”
The man did not answer. Instead, he picked me up.
I yelped as I was lifted and then was thrown onto the soft hotel bed.
I was positive he was going to ra pe me, but he didn’t touch
Instead, I felt the bed shift as he sat down beside me.
My dagger.
It was beneath the pillows.
If I could get just a little bit closer, I could use it to cut the ropes off my wrists.
Wiggling around under the pretense of getting away from him, I managed to push my body closer to where the dagger was. But just as my hands were about to touch the pillows, the man suddenly pressed down on top of me.
Then his rough voice was in my ear, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath.
“You asked Roman to come to this hotel, and you drugged the wine. What were you planning?”
I froze.
Why was he asking about something that had nothing to do with him?
Could Roman have seen through my plan and sent this man to sniff out my true intentions?
No, that was impossible.
This wasn’t Roman’s style. If he had known I wanted to k ill him, he would have sent someone to chop me up and feed me to his hogs.
“It’s…it’s just a kind of drug to get someone excited. Like an aphrodisiac.” I pretended to be calm and spoke quietly.
“Roleplaying and drugs. You two sure do like to live on the edge.”
I kept my mou th shu t. He seemed to believe me for now.
My silence must have angered him because he grabbed my chin forcefully.
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