Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon) novel Chapter 38

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After staying in the hospital for a night, my high fever had completely subsided. I was still weak, but I could go home.

As soon as we got home, Harper went straight to the kitchen. I wanted to help, but Harper refused.

“Go to bed and rest. You need it. I’ll take care of this.”

Harper waved her hand and drove me out of the room.

Sure, my fever had subsided—but my heart failure had worsened.

My chest felt tight, and I was in a lot of pain. Because my heart wasn’t pumping enough blood throughout my body, which meant everything wasn’t getting enough oxygen, I was weak and dizzy. I couldn’t even stand without swaying.

Even though I want to help Harper, I couldn’t. There wasn’t another choice for me but to go lie down.

After getting in bed, I fell right to sleep.

Almost.

Until my phone dinged with a text message. Entertainment news.

I knew so little about Griffon’s schedule even when I was staying with him, so I’d started paying attention to some of the “celebrity entertainment” accounts after seeing that they occasionally covered the Knight pack Alpha.

I opened the text and clicked on the link. The paparazzi had snapped a picture of Griffon carrying Tara into the emergency room. The content reported that their old relationship had rekindled.

I scrolled down to the comments, and they all praised Griffon and Tara, from their looks to their money to their powerful pack standings… They all said that they were a perfect match.

And even I had to admit…they were. Griffon was like a gorgeous statue in a museum…close enough to touch, but you’d get your hand slapped if you did. While Tara was elegant, beautiful, and kind. They were indeed a good match that balanced each other out.

I smiled bitterly and swiped the text message to delete it. When I went to turn off the phone, I saw a text message from an unknown number that I’d missed while in the hospital.

My heart was pounding. The cold tone was similar to Griffon’s.

However, intuition told me that he’d never text me like this.

Frowning, I typed, Who the hell are you?

This time, silence. Until almost an hour later.

Roman, it read.

I took a deep breath, almost relieved it wasn’t Griffon.

Though…this wasn’t Roman’s phone number…