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.

uncomfortable than before. I struggled to sit up in the bed, only able to use my arms to

embarrassed, and asked

respond right away. After a few seconds, he frowned, heaved a sigh, and asked, "Do you have any other disease besides your

"I'm not sick."

do you have to struggle to sit

sighed internally. No matter how well I pretended, Jackson could see

blood supply, so I feel weak when I'm

"Insufficient blood supply?"

tone was full

'terminal illness' from my mouth before you believe

what I meant. I just

to report my physical condition to you.

for a second. No one spoke to an Alpha the way I'd just spoken to Jackson. And humans? Hell, "regular" humans probably rarely spoke to him at

a glower slid