Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

Jackson curled his lip in a snarl, shoving his wolf's ire down at Taya's response.

He didn't even know why he'd asked her the question in the first place. It had just...popped out.

Apparently, it was time to have Eric make an appointment to have his head checked. Because he'd lost it.

He was saved by the waiter arriving with his food.

Jackson continued as if nothing had happened. He picked up his knife and fork, cutting into his steak. Right now, it was the last thing he wanted. He craved the hunt, tearing into something with his teeth rather than silverware.

After cutting the steak, he put half on Taya's plate, followed by a helping of brussels sprouts.

Taya

too thin,"

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all. I picked up a brussels sprout, twirled my fork around a bit, and then put my fork

steak that

know he thought I didn't want to eat because of him. And that was fine. He could think that; it was better than the

dinner, Jackson wanted to take me home, but I refused. The less time spent with him,

idea why he was being so attentive, and it threw me off-kilter. Why did he care now? Why didn't he care when I'd come to him five years ago? I'd been "tainted" back then, and today I'd told him I was a prostitute, which was even worse that what I'd told

when I was at my lowest point. No matter what, I would

to the hotel garage and took the car keys out of my bag. I would drive the car I had driven yesterday, and then

looked down at the