Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

"Alpha, Madam is here. She's waiting for you downstairs..."

Griffon opened the safe in his home office and put the letter from Taya inside. The bottom compartment of the safe also contained a beige scarf and a photo he'd taken of her. On the day Griffon had terminated their contract, Taya had

left the scarf behind.

He had asked Andre to call her and ask her to come and get it, but she told Andre to throw it away.

She was the most resolute, determined person he knew. Once she made up her mind about something, that was that. He

knew that from the moment he ended things, she would never come back to him.

He reached out to touch the scarf. Her scent infused the fabric, and his wolf whined inside him as he closed his eyes and took in her smell.

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Frank urged Griffon with a panicked expression.

However, Griffon took his time and caressed the photo.

She was already dead, so there was nothing for him to worry about anymore.

The sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground come from

the hallway as his mother got closer.

Every time the wheelchair made a noise, Frank was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe. He was

terrified of Madam Knight.

The woman in the wheelchair was pushed in by a tall and

strong man.

They were followed by a group of professional human bodyguards who used to be special troops for the military. Knight pack guards weren't good enough for Madam. She wanted to be protected by people loyal only to her and not to any pack. Since they were human and didn't have the strength of a wolf shifter, they were armed with guns containing silver bullets.

When they came in, Griffon didn't bother to turn around and look at them and continued looking at the photo.

The face of the woman in the wheelchair darkened when she

who did not acknowledge her even though he knew

that she was here.

"Give me the thing in his hand."

Griffon snorted.

He put the photo into the safe on the bottom shelf and took out a gun from the top shelf.

When then man pushing his mother walked behind him, Griffon flipped the safety off. Then, he turned around, raised the gun, and aimed it directly at the man's forehead.

Sure, he could shift, but they would expect that. And he knew how armed his mother's men were. A gun of his own would make more of a statement to them.

He was startled by Griffon's action, but he maintained his

composure. "Griffon, is this how you treat your family, your uncle?"

"Uncle?" Griffon sneered. "Would an uncle hold his

five-year-old nephew's head underwater in the pool to drown

him to death?"

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