Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

I wanted to ask Greyson what was happening, but he rubbed my hair gently and said, "Go to sleep."

Why did this doting tone sound like he was comforting his girlfriend?

I looked at him, my eyes searching, peering into his mask, trying to see who he was, but I couldn't. And it frustrated the hell out of me.

"Are you so ugly that you dare not show your face?"

Was he too afraid to pursue me openly? Worried I would immediately turn him down?

"Don't tell me you have a lot of zits on your face."ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He remained silent.

Then he grabbed my hand, put it on his bare face.

Nope, no acne. Just smooth and firm skin, and an angular jaw.

Griffon was the only man with such a face.

More and more, I couldn't help but suspect this Greyson man was actually Griffon. Everything about him reminded me of Griffon. Whether it was the way he touched me or the tone of his speech, he was so similar to the Alpha.

But Griffon had made it very clear that he never wanted to see me again. How could he...

I took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to ask, "You can't be Griffon, can you?" The man patted me on the back and paused for a moment. "Do you want me to be him?" He didn't admit it or deny it.

I lowered my head and thought about it, not wanting him to be able to see my face. If the man was Griffon and I admitted that I wanted it to be him, he wouldn't be angry, right?

Given his personality, he would probably be angry if I said I didn't want it to be him.

I wanted to test him, so I replied, "No, I don't want you to be him."

Greyson didn't react at all. Instead, he snorted and said, "If you can't fall asleep, I have something to help with that..."