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.

[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.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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?