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.

it

to leave, but Tara blocked

in such a hurry to leave. Book hotel rooms here for Alpha

Tara's eyes changed to that of

something, but then paused and put on a pleading expression

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

she-wolf, and her commands would have no

know you want to resign, but before that's completed, this is still your job. Take good care of Alpha Sterling today, and I'll approve your resignation application when I get

resignation, I wouldn't qualify for continued benefits. And...I

didn't appreciate the almost threatening nature of Tara's words, but if doing this meant that she would

my phone, and booked rooms. Doing it online was much easier and

I booked the hotel rooms, I slid my phone back in my purse to go use the

a wave of dizziness overcame

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

"Ms. Palmer, what's wrong?"

against the man's chest and relaxed for a minute or two before looking up at the person helping me. At first, the dizziness

shoved