The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 177

Chapter 177 “Say something.” Griffon lowered his head and moved his face closer, his lips brushing against my cheek as he spoke.

I desperately wanted to dip my head down and away from his m outh, but he clasped the back of my head and stopped me from moving. “I’ll only give you one chance to explain,” he growled out, low and menacing. There was no denying the Alpha when he was like this-if one were a wolf shifter. Lucky for me, I was not. And his words had no power to compel me to do his bidding, to make me speak and tell the truth. I remained silent for a long time. Just as Griffon was about to lose patience, she replied. “I have nothing to explain. It has nothing to do with you.”

The muscles in Griffon’s jaw ticked, and his fangs dropped a bit more. “It has nothing to do with me…” After repeating my words flatly, he moved his head and fisted

my hair tighter. His hand that was wrapped around my waist got tighter, too, his clawed fingertips starting to bite into my skin.

The moment his mo uth hovered over mine, my heart skipped a beat. It seemed as though he would kiss me at any moment, and I felt his breath caress my lips.

I didn’t know what he was going to do. I was scared and guilty… and turned on. Just as I clenched my fist, torn between trying to push him away and grabbing onto him for dear like, Griffon suddenly spoke up. “You lied to me because he’s Silas Johnson. You lied because you didn’t want me to know your past.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Am I right?” His words shocked me. Taya couldn’t play any tricks on Griffon, couldn’t hide anything from him. The Alpha’s intelligence and instincts weren’t something others could compete with-especially someone who didn’t have enhanced shifter genes. As expected, Taya’s actions confirmed his guess.

As far as he knew, the “secret” of the Sterling pack was that Jackson, who had been lost for many years, was found five years ago… Taya sold herself five years ago, and Jackson was found five years ago. What a coincidence. There was only one possibility: Jackson was the man named Silas she had yearned for, had called out for in her sleep.