Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

Crap.

Looked like the goddess wasn't on my side right now.

I peeked around Jackson. To anyone else, Griffon looked flat and emotionless, ever the stoic Alpha.

But I knew better.

His eyes had that steely glint they got when he was trying to hide his wolf. That hint of silver.

Griffon glanced down at Jackson's hand and didn't make a move to extend his own, instead just raising an eyebrow and looking down to Jackson's hand and then back up to Jackson's face. He didn't say a word.

Jackson took it in stride and simply shrugged and lowered his hand. I'm guessing he'd heard plenty about Griffon's coldness. Frankly, I was surprised Jackson had even attempted to shake his hand, given Griffon's arrogant reputation.

Griffon looked beyond Jackson-to me.

"Ms. Palmer."

Jackson. Especially since I'd noticed that

Griffon respectfully. "Hello, Alpha

toward me

really something,

past me and walked into

didn't want me anymore. Nothing I did was his business. Jackson

seem very friendly to you. You and him...” He didn't finish his thought, but I knew what he meant, and I wasn't going to sugarcoat my answer. "Everyone in

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so straightforward, and he was a little shocked by

several higher-level wolves from different packs in Arcadia sent him messages saying

knew Roman was ruthless with women-human and she-wolf alike. Any woman who was willing to be involved with him were doing it