My Guardian Married My Sister But I’m His Alpha Chapter 72
Griffin moved out of the main house at the Pack estate.
That was the house where he and Francesca had lived for three years as registered spouses.
He didn’t move his things into Chiara’s room, and he didn’t use his new status as her boyfriend as an excuse to get closer.
He chose a room in the east-wing building, where the Guardians stayed.
Chiara found out while she was reviewing Council files in her father’s old study.
“You didn’t have to move,” she said. “There are plenty of rooms in the main house.”
“But every room in that house is a reminder that I lied to you for three years.”
Griffin set a final ring of keys on her desk.
The obsidian alliance ring was among them.
He had taken it off the day the Registry revoked the agreement.
“This is the alliance witness object. I’m returning it to the Council tomorrow.”
Chiara looked at the ring.
Three years ago, the sight of it on his hand at the airport had made it hard to breathe.
Now, it was just a piece of obsidian, stripped of its power.
“Griffin,” she said, “agreeing to be your girlfriend doesn’t erase what happened.”
“I know.”
“You protected me, and you hurt me. Those two things don’t cancel each other out.”
“I know.”
“From now on, when it concerns me, you don’t get to decide I can’t handle it and hide the truth. You don’t get to use Pack safety as an excuse to choose for me. And you don’t get to be the one who tells other people what my decisions are.”
Griffin stood there, accepting every word without defense.
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Chiara looked at him.
“I’m not ready for a mate bond, and I’m not accepting a mark. We live separately. If you want to see me, you ask if I have time.”
“All right.”
“And if you decide for me again?”
“Then you make me leave.”
He said it slowly, clearly.
“Not as a threat. Not to wait for me to change my mind.”
“You really make me go.”
Chiara’s grip tightened on her pen.
“Remember what you said today.”
“I will.”
Griffin reached the door, then stopped.
“Can I ask you something now?”
“What?”
“Do you have time for dinner tonight?”
Chiara glanced at the stack of unfinished files on her desk.
“After eight.”
At last, a trace of a smile appeared in Griffin’s eyes.
“I’ll wait.”