Without batting an eyelid, Griffon said, “I just want to see how the Sterling Alpha is going to deal with Roman’s leftovers. Aren’t you afraid of being infected?”

Jackson’s face darkened. “I thought you were more of a gentleman than to slander a woman.”

Griffon pushed off the pillar and straightened his back. He walked up to Jackson and stared him in the eye. “And you’re the judge of what is ‘gentlemanly”?”

Jackson didn’t reply. Instead, he looked at Griffon with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Alpha Knight, you seem to have been targeting me.”

Griffon had singled him out at the bidding, here in the dining room, and even the first...