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.

up in the bed, only able to use my arms to shift

the headboard, a little embarrassed, and asked Jackson,

seconds, he frowned, heaved a sigh, and asked, "Do you have any other disease besides

"I'm not sick."

you have

internally. No matter how well I pretended, Jackson

an insufficient blood supply, so I feel weak when I'm

"Insufficient blood supply?"

was full

to hear the words 'terminal illness' from my

not what I meant.

"It doesn't matter what you mean. I don't have to report my physical condition to you. Or has something changed that I don't know

an Alpha the way I'd

recovered, and a glower slid