Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

The blood drained from my face, and the young man from the past's face came back to my mind.

I tried my best to control my emotions. I knocked on the open door and asked respectfully, "Elder Thorin, you wanted me?"

Brooks put down the coffee cup and looked up at me. "Taya, you're in charge of the welcoming of the Sterling pack, aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

Brooks glanced at his watch. "Please arrange dinner for this evening. You can book a high-end restaurant for six p.m., and I'd like for you to go to the airport to pick up Alpha Sterling." "Pick up Alpha Sterling?"

We worked with packs from all over the Midwest, and most of them made trips into MPC to handle business with other packs on neutral territory, or to arrange projects between packs. Many times, a pack wouldn't have the labor force for new construction, roads, utilities, and the like, so they contracted other packs to do the work via MPC. We ensured everything was above-board and there were no side deals being made that might have a negative impact on other packs.

But the Sterling pack Alpha had never come in.

Mr. Thorin wanted me

my position here. I'm here to hand over my work today. Perhaps it would be better to have someone else

gaze, and my broken,

away,

aging. Wolf shifters aged different, more slowly. I'd met wolves who were over a hundred and

either felt terrified, awed, or inspired by him. Of course, that might have something to do with

eyes, but I did. Maybe because I was a human and didn't feel the same pull to obey that wolves

me feel anything other than cared for, like he was somehow watching

all been because his daughter was abroad, he missed her, and

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gradually darkened after being looked at so directly by an

he was