Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

Griffon's face darkened.

He quickly typed back. [That's not a funny joke.]

The response was almost immediate. [It is not a joke. I don't know who you are, but based on the messages I read on here, you don't sound like a great guy. If you want to find her, you can go to hell do it.]

His heart stuttered. No that wasn't possible. He opened the door and looked at Andre, who was visibly flustered and upset, a rare occurrence for his assistant.

"What happened?" he demanded, the gruffness and worry his wolf was feeling infusing his typically rigid tone, though he managed to keep the rest of his reaction calm.

"Alpha... Stella just called to tell me that Ms. Palmer passed away at 2:19 p.m. yesterday..."

After Andre finished speaking, he looked up at Griffon.

He didn't know if Alpha Knight didn't hear him clearly or if he didn't care. Why wasn't he reacting?

After standing awkwardly at the door for a while, Andre said uneasily, "I won't disturb your rest.""

Andre turned to leave, but a brusque voice came from behind

him.

"Who did you say passed away?"

Andre frowned. He had made it quite clear when he spoke.

He turned around to face his Alpha again, speaking slightly slower and carefully.

"Ms. Palmer, Alpha. Taya Palmer"

Griffon furrowed his eyebrows as if confused. "She's fine. How could she have passed away?"

Andre froze, not sure what to do. He couldn't speak to his Alpha as if he were feeble-minded, but he wasn't sure how he could make it even more clear that Taya had indeed died.

"Ms. Palmer was suffering from heart failure."

The Alpha blinked once, then blinked again...and slammed the door in Andre's face.

Griffon steadied his hands, grabbed his phone, and dialed a familiar number.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

A number he constantly thought about calling but always kept

himself from calling.

No. Absolutely not. Taya hadn't passed away. She was punishing him for what happened at the mall when he'd been forced to slap her or else show weakness. She was intentionally lying to him, and she'd somehow managed to rope other people into her ruse. He just had to hear her voice. Once he heard her speak, he'd be able to calm the nerves going haywire inside of his body, and he'd be able to ease his wolf's deepest fears.

He called her several times, but she didn't answer. Just as he was about to lose patience, someone finally picked up.

Oh, thank the goddess.