Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

There were so many people with Jackson that a commercial car couldn't hold all of them. I had to arrange for another vehicle to shuttle some of them back to Arcadia. The senior pack leaders took the other car while Jackson and his pack guards rode with me.

That wasn't what I'd been hoping for.

I didn't speak to Jackson the whole time. I focused on driving and getting to the five-star hotel where dinner was to take place.

In the luxurious private room, Tara and a few shifters from the Midwest Packs Corporation had arrived, but Griffon had not.

After Tara arranged the seats for Jackson and the others, she turned to me. "Did you send the address to Alpha Knight?"

I nodded. "Of course."

Although, I was unsure if he had seen my WhatsApp message since I'd re-blocked him.

I'd delivered the message; whether he came or not had nothing to do with me.

"Ms. Thorin, I'll be leaving now."

I'd done my duty and picked Jackson up from the airport and brought him here. I didn't want to stay a second longer than absolutely necessary. The "wolfiness" in here was already too much for me with so many powerful shifters in one room-plus the added stress of Jackson being thrown into the mix.

arrived, it would

leave,

such a hurry to leave. Book hotel rooms here

was about to refuse, Tara's eyes changed to that

say something, but then paused and put on a pleading

to command me to do what she wanted. As a she-wolf from a powerful bloodline, she was able to

then, she'd clearly remembered I wasn't a she-wolf, and her commands would have no effect

to resign, but before that's completed, this is still your job. Take good care of

qualify for continued

threatening nature of Tara's words, but if doing this meant that she would immediately approve

of their information, then I sat outside the private dining room, took out my phone, and booked rooms. Doing it online was much easier and quicker than going into the lobby

phone back in my purse to go use

dizziness overcame

a large, strong hand wrapped around my waist just in time to support

"Ms. Palmer, what's wrong?"

and relaxed for a minute or two before looking up at the person helping me. At first, the dizziness made it hard to

quickly shoved