Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

After Griffon fed the water, he asked her

softly, "Do you want more?"

Taya shook her head lightly, just in time

to see burn marks on his knuckles.

She raised her eyes to look at him. "Your

hand..."

Griffon curled his fingers slightly to avoid her sight before reaching for a clean towel with his other hand to wipe her

lips.

He didn't answer her, so Taya decided against asking more questions. Then she

looked around the ward. "How long have

I been in a coma?"

Griffon replied after applying some

water to her lips. " More than half a

month."

She thought it would be a few days at most, but little had she expected it to be more than two weeks.

What she saw when she opened her eyes was Griffon, where were Harper and

Silas?

She wanted to ask Griffon, but seeing him gently holding the side of her face, helping her change a new pillow, fetching toiletries, cleaning her cheeks,

mouth, and exposed skin, he did it all

naturally, as if he was the one who had

taken care of her when she had been unconscious.

Taya felt a little uncomfortable. Her slender and slightly curled eyelashes were lowered as she stared at the ground in a daze. After Griffon helped her tidy up before looking at her silently for a few seconds, getting up and entering the bathroom in the ward. Taya's gaze looked in the direction he had left to see him passing by the closet and taking a suit from it.

Only then did she realize that the closet

was full of his clothes, along with a pile

of toiletries.

Griffon was a wolf who would always make sure his belongings were clean, so he would usually not allow his clothes to be left in such a place. Right then, he broke his own rules by storing so many sets of clothes in the

ward.

As the thought crossed his mind, Taya frowned slightly. Just as her thoughts

were in a mess, Griffon walked out of the bathroom.

The black expensive suit, worn on him,

set off his tall and straight figure, with a

cool and noble demeanor.

He combed his thick hair meticulously,

and his well defined face was without a

trace of stubble.

His flawless features were well defined as usual as indifference reappeared in his once fatigued hawky eyes.

When Griffon came out of the bathroom, he immediately saw the man outside the

ward.

The man seemed to have been around for a long time, but with his presence, he had never stepped into the warm.

Griffon' heart felt clutched before he

walked up to Taya calmly.

He raised his fingers to stroke her hair, showing his reluctance to part.

"Taya, everything you owed me, including Silas's, has been paid off. Both of you should stop thinking about paying me back." "Also, I'll hire the best plastic surgeon in the world to help you in repairing the skin on your back. You'll never be disfigured."

With all that, he slowly traced his fingers along her hair to her face, his infinite attachment melting away at his

fingertips.

"Taya, I'll leave Mr. Johnson and Ms. Duke to take care of you from now on..."

He had promised that when she woke

up,

he would never disturb her again. Even if he was reluctant to do so, he

would let her go.

He stared at her tiny face, and after a few last glances, released her fingers and turned to leave.

Taya's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Staring at her from behind, her red lips parted to say, "You...

Griffon stopped in his tracks and turned

to look at her, his cold eyes glowing with

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Taya put her fingers together little by little, as if to say something but failed to get a single word out of her mouth when she finally chose to remain silent. Seeing that she said not a single word, the light in Griffon' eyes dimmed as bitterness spread across his lips.

"Taya, take care of yourself."

After muttering 'goodbye' in his heart, he forced himself to turn around and stride out of the ward.

Taya faced the window, unable to turn

her head, but well aware that things

were completely over between them.

From then on, Griffon and Taya would neither owe nor meet each other...

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