He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 103

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Wynta

With all that Jared was explaining to her, she could hear it; he kind of sounded worried and rushed, but he was trying to tell her his thoughts on the matter. She could only think that this was the right thing to do.

She watched Edward walk into the room a few minutes later and look at her. She could see he was carrying a scent-masking spray, “Step back, son.” he stated, and Jared got up off her bed and walked over to the door behind his father.

“I’ll initiate you inside the pack. Otherwise, here you’ll get a bigger scar than is necessary. I don’t want that for you,” he told her “Wynta Morgan, are you willingly going to let me take you to the Cedar Rapids pack and set foot inside it, of your own free will. Allow yourself to be initiated into the Cedar Rapids pack?” His tone was formal, yet there was an underlying warmth in his eyes.

Wynta understood the significance of his question; it was a reflection of their agreement from five years past, the handshake that had sealed their bond. He wanted her to make this choice freely, without coercion. She glanced from Edward to Jared, then back to Edward, her heart steady. “Yes, Alpha Edward. I will willingly accept becoming a pack member,” she declared, her voice firm.

A gentle smile broke across Edward’s face, and she inhaled sharply, the taste of the scent-masking spray lingering unpleasantly in her mouth. Edward approached her bed, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “Sorry, love,” he murmured softly, raising the tiny canister to her lips.

With a resigned nod, she opened her mouth. The sublingual spray hit her tongue with a foul, acrid taste, but she knew it was necessary. Just two sprays, and it would be absorbed quickly into her bloodstream, its effects manifesting in less than a minute. It would spread throughout her body, seeping out through her pores.

Yet, she was aware of the caveats; if she got caught in the rain, it would wash away, and it would naturally evaporate after about eight hours. This was a concoction crafted in the wolfen realm, designed specifically for their kind.

As they waited, Edward gently pushed her down onto the bed. “Things are about to get intense,” he warned her. She could see Jared and Edward’s units rushing into the room, a flurry of activity and tension. Suddenly, Gordon burst through the crowd, shouting for everyone to make way.

“Code Blue!” Gordon yelled, his urgency palpable. Wynta’s heart raced as she watched him ascend the bed, positioning himself over her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind racing as she felt his hands begin to move, mimicking compressions on her chest.

Then, without warning, she felt a sharp sting as something pierced her arm, and an overwhelming wave of fatigue washed over her. It was as if the world around her was fading, blurring into a haze. Darkness encroached on her vision, and she succumbed to it, slipping into unconsciousness.

When she finally stirred, a grogginess enveloped her like a heavy blanket. Even before her senses fully returned, she could tell she was inside the pack. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light. It took a moment for her to realize she wasn’t alone; Jared was dozing in a chair beside her bed, his hand enveloping hers.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and at the sound, Jared’s eyes snapped open, locking onto hers. “Wynta?” he breathed, a mixture of relief and concern washing over his features.

“You know, Jared,” she replied, shifting into a sitting position, but he still held onto her hand tightly. She lifted it slightly, teasing him. “You’re fan-girling too hard; the pack is going to talk, you know.”

His smile was immediate and bright, and she could see the tension in his shoulders ease. “I don’t care. I can date whoever I want. Besides, sweetheart, it was you who grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go. Clingy much?” He teased back, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“I doubt that very much,” she shot back, her gaze drifting past him to the sterile room around her. It was undeniably the pack hospital. “Why here?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

“Because you had a major seizure, that’s why. Gordon is investigating what caused it,” he explained, his tone shifting to one of seriousness. “The tech team retrieved your medical reports from the human hospital, and Gordon has reviewed them. He also took blood samples and is awaiting test results. How do you feel?”

She contemplated her state for a moment, then replied, “Normal.” Yet, a nagging desire to reach out to her mother lingered in her mind, though she hesitated. What if that Alpha perceived it in some way?

“What happened at the hospital?” she inquired, her brow furrowing. “I got injected with something.”

“A Code Blue situation. You didn’t make it,” he said, his expression grave. “You were given a drug to slow your heart rate to nearly nothing—something Gordon always carries for wolfen emergencies like the one you just experienced.” He shrugged, as if the gravity of the situation was something he could brush off. “The interesting part came after the human doctors declared you dead.”

“And that would be?” she pressed, her curiosity ignited. She had no idea what had transpired, but now she was eager to learn what they had orchestrated.

“Two wolves arrived at the hospital, claiming to be your brothers. They said they rushed to the hospital after hearing about your admission. Apparently, I called them, using my full name to validate who I was. They got there as quickly as they could.”

He continued, “It was confirmed that you were admitted, at what time, who brought you in, and why. They learned about your major seizure at home. The hospital doctors were unable to stop it. It finally ceased about forty minutes after you arrived, but you never regained consciousness, and the brain damage was too severe—you died as a result.”