He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 104

Wynta

Jared handed her a simple dress that she could see would fall to her knees, and she looked at him, “Underwear?”

“Hmm,” he smiled and shook his head ‘no’.

“Get over yourself,” she muttered. She knew what he was thinking. It was all in that smile on his stupidly handsome face. “I may be here getting initiated, but you didn’t get it the way you wanted to.” she told him and walked into the bathroom to pull that dress on. She was actually still wearing her underwear from yesterday. She’d just keep it on for now. She’d like a clean and fresh pair but could deal with it.

He held his hand out to her when she came out of the bathroom and her eyes moved to it, and she frowned. “What is wrong with you today?” she asked, not taking it and heading for the door. They had never held hands; it wasn’t part of their arrangement.

“I’m just a clingy fangirl, remember?” he murmured, following her out.

“Well, that can all stop now, can’t it?” she shot back, her tone firm. After all, she was about to become a pack member, and their little game was nearing its end.

For a moment, he was silent, his expression unreadable. Then he simply said, “Follow me.”

She trailed behind him as he led her outside the hospital, and her senses were immediately enveloped by the beauty of the pack. Tree-lined streets stretched out before them, the morning sun filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the paved paths. They strolled along, the air fresh and invigorating, and Wynta couldn’t help but admire the serene surroundings. This particular path seemed to drift away from the main road, winding through a small, enchanting forest that belonged to the pack.

It struck her as a route designed for convenience, connecting various points within the pack territory or perhaps leading directly back to the hospital. She had no real sense of direction here; the last time she had visited, she had been brought in unconscious, only to leave via the front doors and into a car that whisked her back to the city.

Jared had taken her through a side door that led directly to this path. As they walked, she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. “Where is the singles’ dorm?” she inquired, scanning the area as a few homes came into view.

“You won’t be staying there,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “Mother has prepared a suite for you inside the packhouse.”

“I don’t need that,” she insisted, shaking her head. “A single dorm is perfectly fine while I’m here, and I’ll head back to my apartment the moment I’m allowed.” She felt a surge of determination as she spoke, but Jared halted, his grip on her wrist firm yet gentle, compelling her to meet his gaze.

“Wynta, why are you so defensive towards me right now?” His frown deepened, concern mingling with confusion.

“I’m not defensive, Jared. I’m just being realistic,” she responded, her voice steady. “Please let go.” She glanced down at his hand, feeling the heat radiating from his touch.

“And what if I don’t want to let go?” he challenged, a hint of something deeper in his tone. Did he understand the implications of her request? She looked back into his eyes, searching for answers.

“There’s no need for you to hold onto me anymore,” she stated, her voice unwavering. “In just a few moments, I’ll be a pack member. Your life, Jared, can revert to how it was before you were tasked with bringing me in.” She emphasized her point, ensuring there would be no room for misinterpretation. With a determined movement, she reached to pry his hand from her wrist.

Yet, instead of releasing her, his grip tightened slightly, a silent declaration that he wasn’t ready to let go. “Just walk,” he muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance. She could sense his frustration, and it only fueled her own.

“Jared, let go,” she insisted again, tugging at his hand. His warmth lingered on her skin, an electric sensation that made her heart race.

Finally, he relented, but he didn’t stop walking. She was baffled by his sudden change in demeanor; she understood where she stood with him and couldn’t fathom why he was acting this way. She was offering him an escape, a chance to walk away without looking back. Their games were over; she had known this moment would come, and now she was making it clear that she recognized it too.

As they approached the packhouse, Wynta fell several steps behind him, noticing how his long strides seemed to reflect his mood—controlled, yet simmering beneath the surface.

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