He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 102

Jared

He walked Wynta back to the hospital bed, and she got in without much hesitation, and he sat and looked at her. He’d not known what had happened to her inside her apartment. They’d been happy and laughing, playing and tormenting each other, and then she’d just started violently shuddering and had collapsed on top of him, with a sound so filled with guttural pain that it had more than scared him.

He could admit it had freaked him out completely. He’d rolled her off him and looked at her, known in an instant something was very wrong with her, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she’d looked to be having a seizure. He’d mind-linked to Andy to get his ass down to her apartment right away. She was in agony. Something was wrong with her even as he’d fumbled for his phone.

When Andy arrived, he had pressed the doorbell repeatedly, his face a mask of concern. Jared had momentarily forgotten about the new code, rushing to let him in. He watched as Andy laid his hands on her, invoking his Gamma Charm, while Jared dialed Gordon, seeking medical guidance.

“It’s her head, Jared,” Andy had said, his voice grave. “Something’s really wrong with her.” Then, as he noticed the blood on Wynta’s lip, he touched it gently. “This is yours,” he remarked, turning a questioning gaze toward Jared.

“Yes, we were just… playing around. She bit me, a playful bite,” Jared had explained, nodding as he recalled the moment with a bittersweet smile.

After relaying the situation to Gordon, he was instructed to either call an ambulance or get her to the nearest hospital. The distance was too great for him to make it quickly. He turned to Andy, his brow furrowed. “Do we dare move her?” he asked, uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Absolutely,” Andy replied firmly. “She’s in pain, and I can’t comprehend what’s happening. It’s baffling, even for me.” Without hesitation, he lifted Wynta into his arms. “To the hospital, as Gordon advised.”

In mere moments, they were on their way. Upon their arrival at the emergency department, Wynta remained unconscious, her body still shaking with mild, repetitive seizures. The doctors whisked her away for immediate tests, leaving Jared standing in the sterile, fluorescent-lit room, filling out paperwork that felt like an exercise in futility. He felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, a stark realization that he couldn’t protect her in that moment.

The words “next of kin” loomed on the form, a stark reminder that she had no one. The nurse, a composed woman with dark hair, awaited his response, her professional demeanor radiating calm assurance.

“Her fiancé,” he declared, filling in the necessary details with a steady hand before handing the form back to her. He knew that only immediate family could authorize medical procedures, and she had no one else. The thought of it weighed heavily on him. Creed, his wolf, shared his concern, a silent echo of worry in his mind.

Jared’s gaze drifted to his mating bond band, a symbol of their connection. Perhaps it was time to remove it. He glanced at Andy, who was pacing anxiously, a sight that struck Jared as unusual. His Gamma was typically the epitome of composure, but now he seemed as frazzled as Jared felt.

‘What did you sense?’ Jared mind-linked to him, desperate for insight.

‘Pain,’ Andy replied, his voice low. ‘It was like her brain was on fire, but there was something else…’ He locked eyes with Jared, a shadow of fear passing between them. That look spoke volumes—whatever he sensed was not good.

‘Tell me, I need to know,’ Jared urged, anxiety creeping into his tone.

‘It felt as if her own blood was rebelling against her, like… everything was chaotic, hot, and all-consuming. Her thoughts, her feelings—everything was scattered, overwhelming. I couldn’t grasp any of it,’ Andy admitted, his expression pained. ‘It was like her mind was overloaded.’

After what felt like an eternity, Wynta was returned from her tests, an IV already attached to her frail form. The medical team informed them that her seizures had ceased on their own about twenty minutes prior. She lay there, pale and still, and Jared’s heart ached at the sight. They planned to transfer her to a neurological ward for further monitoring.

“Can we get her a VIP room? She’ll be moved to a private facility once she’s stable,” Jared insisted, his voice firm.

Before long, Gordon, his father, and the rest of his unit arrived, along with Dwane and Emerson. They were all gathered outside the VIP room, but his father and Gordon had stepped away to speak with her doctors, searching for answers about Wynta’s condition. As he sat there, a gnawing sense of dread filled him; Wynta was alone in her room, and he could sense her distress.

He had never witnessed her cry before, and the tears that glistened in her eyes as she looked up at him tore at his heart. Creed whined in his mind, sharing his unease. Listening to her express her feelings about severing ties with a father she barely knew was heartbreaking. She believed that the Alpha, whose anguished roar still echoed in his ears, was the source of her pain. Both he and Creed understood the depth of that loss; being severed from a kin bond felt akin to losing a loved one.

The howl that had accompanied the Alpha’s pain was unmistakably female—it was a Luna’s howl, and they recognized it for what it was. Though Wynta had not severed ties with her mother, Jared was certain that her mother was the one trying to convince the Alpha that their daughter was dead.

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