Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

Jackson looked at me and took a step forward, then stopped abruptly. It was as though I had pricked him. If only I could.

If only I were a porcupine shifter or something-if those even existed. All those little needles to protect myself from all these Alphas and their tempers.

He let out a huff. "I don't need you to flatter me. I just want to make sure you're okay."

I'd readied myself to fight with him; I didn't expect him to say such a thing.

It threw me off-kilter.

And now he was smiling, which threw me off even more.

He seemed genuinely concerned about my physical condition and asked a few more questions.

plate on the table, and

not respond, just stared blankly at the food on the

"Taya?"

name, I slowly raised my head

indifferent, but I couldn't help

hopes that he didn't see them were dashed when I saw his chest heave

about to speak, but I didn't want

I'm fine, then why did you treat me like that

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have

just lost his memory and was unfamiliar with everything

to him every day and explained over and over again. It didn't matter how many times she said