Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

I needed Jackson to take me home, but he would expect me to get out of bed...and I couldn't.

As I was thinking about how to get my pills without alerting him to the fact that I couldn't move my legs, he turned toward the door and called for someone. "Cora."

A middle-aged woman in her 40s or 50s came in with a plate.

The woman-Cora, I presumed-looked kind. She had a gentle smile on her face, and her figure was plump. She looked like...a mother.

After placing the food tray on the table, she smiled. "Miss, I don't know what you like to eat, so I prepared some breakfast according to Alpha Sterling's tastes. Later, I can make you lunch according to your tastes instead."

Her kindness made me feel a little less uncomfortable. "Thank you."

Cora waved her hand. "You're welcome."

She walked out and closed the door behind her.

My heart stuttered when she closed the door. She must think we needed privacy, that there was intimacy between.

sit up in the bed, only able to use my

against the headboard, a little embarrassed, and asked Jackson, "Can

heaved a sigh, and asked, "Do you

"I'm not sick."

have to

how well I pretended,

so I

"Insufficient blood supply?"

tone was full of

words 'terminal illness' from my mouth before

what I meant.

mean. I don't have to report my physical condition to you. Or has something changed that I

spoke to an Alpha the way I'd just spoken to Jackson. And humans? Hell, "regular" humans probably

quickly recovered, and a glower