Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
The chest that was no longer there.
He’d taken a step back and easily avoided any type of critical wound.
The knife only slashed shallowly into his arm as he raised it reflexively to defend himself.
With a primal scream, I pounced on him, trying to stab him. anywhere I couldn’t. At this point, blood was blood, and rage had taken over me.
Fresh tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed and tried to stab him.
But it was no use. I was no match for a wolf shifter, no matter how tired he might be.
He easily grabbed my wrist and took the knife.
“That’s enough!” he roared.
His rough, snarling voice brought me back to my senses, and despair settled over my body like a lead blanket.
Without the knife, I was even more helpless than before.
I was out of options, out of energy, out of…everything.
Sinking into a pile on the floor, I covered my face and burst into hiccupping sobs.
“Don’t cry.”
His voice was gruff and cold, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort me or trying to get me to stop because it annoyed him.
It didn’t matter. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop. I lay there, weeping and trying to breathe through my sobs.
The man let out a helpless sigh. He squatted down and touched my hair, running a hand through it.
I ducked away from his touch.
“I’ve been thinking about you for a long time, and I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry,” he said in a softer tone.
Huh? He’d been thinking about me for a long time?
He knew who I was… He’d pretended to be Roman and texted me.
That meant he knew I was “involved” with Roman.
And Roman had declared that I was his woman that evening at Nightshade.
I wracked my brain to recall the men present that night. Men whose physical appearance matched.
In addition to Griffon, Preston and many other wolf shifters from prominent packs were there.
Griffon and Preston looked down on me, so they wouldn’t do such a thing. Neither of them wanted anything to do with me…and Griffon would have never gone to these lengths. Not when he could have me with a snap of his fingers.
That meant this man was likely someone who knew Roman.
And he must be familiar enough with Roman to know Roman was in a meeting when she called to confirm it.
This all made sense. Roman was sc um, so he would a*sociate with other scu m. The type of scu m who would do something like this.
A chill ran down my spine.
I’d told him about the fake contract.
If he told Roman…
Frightened, I trembled all over. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
I was as good as dead no matter what.
The man picked up the dagger and looked at it, running his thumb over the hilt.
“Were you going to trick Roman into drinking that drugged wine and then ki ll him with this?”
clenched my fists and kept my m outh firmly s h ut.
He threw the dagger away. His eyes flashed with his wolf, with anger. “Next time you find yourself in a position where you need help, come to me.”
“Come to you?” I scoffed. “I don’t even know who you are, what you look like.”
The man did not reply. He picked up my phone, opened
WhatsApp, and added his number.
After sending a message, he handed the phone back.
“I promise to come when you need me.”
I looked down at my phone to see whatever fake name he’d entered.
This “Greyson” wouldn’t even show me his face, so it’s not like I expected him to enter his real name in.
I lowered my head and was deep in thought when the man suddenly picked me up.
I thought that he was going to do something ho rrific to me again, so I struggled desperately.
Instead, he put me back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered me with it.
Then, he leaned over and said, “Have a good sleep. Don’t wait for Roman. He won’t come back.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t respond, just left quickly as if he had something urgent to deal with.
As I watched him leave, I wished I could pounce on him and tear him apart.
But I was so tired and weak that I couldn’t wait to fall asleep. I wished I had the stamina that someone like “Greyson” had.
Even after all he put me through, thanks to his wolf nature, he didn’t even appear tired.
Meanwhile, my weak human body was nothing but a betrayal on all fronts.
Still, I forced myself to go sit on the sofa and wait for Roman.
No way was I going to put faith in the words of the man who’d a*saulted me.
I had to be on full alert to deal with Roman.
At least Greyson hadn’t threatened me with Harper.
However, I wasn’t done with Roman and Greyson. Not by a long shot.
I clenched my fists and made a promise to myself to make them pay.
After coming out of the Knight Pack offices, Roman held the contract and looked very happy.
He went to his car in the parking garage under the building, excited to go straight to the Windmere Hotel to find Taya.
To…celebrate.
Unexpectedly, a fleet of Jeeps suddenly rushed out from seemingly nowhere and surrounded him.
Roman’s wolf immediately went on alert, and he had a bad feeling. He quickly abandoned his car; escaping in his wolf form would give him better chances.
He started running toward the exit, undoing his tie. Once he’d shed his constricting clothes, he could shift. He’d barely made it more than a few meters when a car drove straight toward him as if it had lost control.
Frantically, he looked around for a new escape route, but everywhere he turned, a Jeep blocked the way. He might be faster and more powerful in his wolf form, but there was nothing he could do if he was surrounded.
The car forced him to retreat to a corner, and the driver’s door slowly opened.
A man wearing a gold and copper mask stepped out.
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