Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

I tore the blood results into pieces without looking at the paper, then threw it into the trash can so Harper wouldn't see it. I'd make up something to tell her about why they weren't in my file if she asked. Hopefully, getting me food would distract her from it. I turned around to push the IV pole back to the spot it was in before I'd moved it, glancing out the window as I did so. The window in this room looked out over the parking lot, and I saw a few luxury Town Cars driving in and heading toward the ER entrance. When they came to a stop, a group of wolf shifter bodyguards in black suits exited the cars and escorted Griffon out.

He hurried into the hospital with Tara in his arms.

When I saw his anxious look, my heart sank.

I'd come to the emergency department because of a heart attack when I was with him.

What kind of reaction did he have then?

I remembered him standing by the bed and looking down at me while I was curled up in pain. He'd thrown an AMEX Black card at me as if I were a beggar.

He'd thought I was pretending to be sick to gain his sympathy and get more money from him.

There was a clamor of footsteps coming down the hall, getting closer and closer to my room. Since this was the ER ward of the hospital, the rooms weren't private. The walls facing the hallway were glass, and Griffon would be able to see me as he passed. But when Griffon rushed by my room, he didn't even look my way.

Harper chose that moment to come back, holding a tray with red Jell-O on it. When she saw that I had moved around in bed, sitting up at the edge of it, she hurried over.

"You just recovered from a high fever. You should be laying down, not trying to get out of bed." Harper set the tray down and then came over to gently push me to lay down again. "Don't be so careless with your health right now."

Warmth spread through my heart at her concern for me, though all the concern and care-taking in the world wouldn't help me get any better. I pursed my lips and smiled.

Harper peeled the top off the Jell-O and said, "I'll go see if your blood test results are in. Why were you trying to sit up? You weren't going to get up and get it, were you?" When I hemmed and hawed and didn't answer, she furrowed her eyebrows, and I could see her nose wrinkle up a bit as she sniffed.

Damn her wolf's abilities to scent out my nerves and know I wasn't telling her something.

"Where's the report? Show it to me," she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

Shit. I didn't want to lie to her, but...it was for her own good. "I was going to find the doctor, but then he came in and told me the results." "And?"

"It's just a blood test. I'm fine," I replied calmly.

Harper stared at me, a serious

expression darkening her face. I rarely saw the super protective nature of her wolf take over, but it was written all over her right now "You're different from everyone Taya. You've had a heart attack before, and you're not a shifter. You can't just get better like most people can. You have to take this seriously."

For the millionth time, I wish werewolves could be created like they were in books. You mated

someone and they could turn youet

be

make you like them so you could together much longer than the average human's lifespan. It would

beso much easier than...this.

I mustered up a smile I didn't feel. "I know. The doctor said that I was fine. My heart is fine. Don't worry."Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Harper's eyes narrowed a smidge

more, and then what seemed like a

look of relief touched her face. She handed the Jell-O to me. "I managed to find red for you, instead of gross lime green." She made a disgusted face.

I took the wiggly food and the spoon, then took a bite.

Crisis averted.

For now.

***

Harper looked at Taya's pale face. She wanted to say something but stopped herself after thinking over it for a second longer.

She was pretty sure she'd heard Taya call out to Silas.

After so many years, it was the first time she'd heard Taya say his name. Harper wanted to ask about it, but she didn't want to reopen Taya's deep scars. Especially now, when Taya was in the hospital. It was probably better to leave the dead buried...right where Silas belonged.