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Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Chapter 23 As I kneeled, Khloe laughed with delight, while Preston frowned and the others looked on as if they were watching a show. Roman showed no emotion, only ambivalence. Only Griffon, leaning back against the sofa with one arm stretched across it and his legs spread wide, looked down at me with a smug look across his face. There was no mistaking who the Alpha in the room was, and Griffon clearly knew it. I couldn’t help but think of the hundreds of days and nights we had spent together, but suddenly it all felt like it wasn’t worth it.
I’d thought I could leave with dignity, to escape this place and these people, but I should have known better. This was the cru el reality of our different social statuses. I had slept with him for five years, destined to be trampled under his feet. Stomped down by his status as an Alpha, wolf, and billionaire. However, I had only a few months left to endure. With this thought, I found a sense of calm. I knelt down, poured the wine, and handed the glass to Griffon. Griffon took the wineglass, his large hand practically engulfing Chapter 23 il. 2/3 Just as I thought he would take a drink, he raised the glass and slowly poured the red wine over my head. As it slid down the tips of my hair, it stained my pale face, thin neck, and long dress. Frozen in place with shock and disbelief, I couldn’t make myself do anything more than look down at the wine dripping off of my, blinking slowly in astonishment at Griffon’s behavior. “You are so cheap.” Griffon’s voice was so cold that it made me shiver.
Clenching my fists and biting my lower lip, I looked up and met Griffon’s gaze, staring him in the eye. Any other time, this would have been seen as a challenge to an Alpha. However, Griffon didn’t care at all. He simply picked up his handkerchief and wiped his fingers, as though touching the glass I had touched had dirtied him. His actions were like a knife stabbing into my heart. I wanted to sink into the floor, never to be seen again. Even through my shock and mortification, I wanted to ask him why he even cared enough to act this way toward me. He was the one who had dumped me, who wanted nothing else to do with me. But I didn’t dare voice my thoughts out loud. I hadn’t gotten rid of Roman yet. If I provoked Grifion again. I couldn’t afford the outcome. After tossing the handkerchief aside, Grition got up and left witho