He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 110

Jared

He’d watched Lance storm off, heading for the front door of the packhouse, and saw Ernesto, Chester and Luther all track him as well, before Ernesto turned his eyes back to Jared himself. Jared shrugged and stated, “It was going to come out sooner or later.” Then he headed upstairs himself. He needed a shower and to change clothes before he tried to talk to Wynta once more.

He saw his mother, and she smiled, running down the corridor laughing. She flashed him a happy grin but didn’t stop at all. It wasn’t unusual to see around here, his mother was obviously playing with his father.

She did like it when he was home during the week, probably missed him Monday to Friday when he worked in the head office, and today it seemed was a day for her to play with her own Mate. Jared shook his head slightly, a silent wish for her to outrun his father, although he knew deep down that it was a futile hope. His father had always been faster; it was a fact he had observed throughout his life.

The thrill of the chase was what made it enjoyable for his mother. She was intimately familiar with every nook and cranny of their territory, her wolf agile enough to slip through the narrowest of gaps in the rugged terrain, giving her a playful edge.

As he reached his room, his gaze settled on Wynta’s door. He could sense her presence beyond it, aware that his mother had just left her there. A part of him longed to walk in and resume their previous interactions, but another part hesitated, fearing that her earlier words might still echo in her mind, leading her to shut him out once more.

He stepped into his suite, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing softly. The shower was refreshing, washing away the remnants of the earlier tension, and he changed into comfortable, casual clothes. After a quick bite to eat, he found himself standing in front of her door once again, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He approached the door and pressed the doorbell, knowing she had the ability to sense who was on the other side.

He contemplated sending her a text, as they had often done before her induction into the pack, but he reminded himself that he could now mind-link with her. They hadn’t discussed whether she would be comfortable with that yet, so he opted for the doorbell instead. A full minute ticked by as he stood there, his heart racing with uncertainty, wondering if she would choose to ignore him entirely.

Then, the door creaked open, and Wynta looked up at him, her expression unreadable. The silence hung between them, heavy and charged, until he broke it, his voice tentative. “May I come in? I think we need to chat.”

She merely nodded, turning away and leaving the door ajar for him. Jared stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and followed her into the apartment. She moved with a purpose toward the kitchen, and he trailed behind her, curious about her next move.

As she reached the coffee machine, she paused and looked at it, her brow furrowed in confusion. “How do you use that?” she inquired, her tone revealing a hint of curiosity.

A small smile crept onto Jared’s face as he glanced at the Jura Z10 sitting proudly on the counter. He recalled that her previous apartment hadn’t had a coffee machine, nor did her new one. He had almost bought her one himself but had hesitated, unsure of her preferences.

He stepped closer, placing his hand gently on the small of her back to guide her toward the machine. “Do you want a hot or cold-brewed coffee? This beauty can do both. You can even preload your favorite beans, and with just the press of a button, you’ll have your perfect cup in minutes.” He reached for two coffee cups hanging neatly from hooks on the wall, his heart lifting at the simple act of sharing this moment with her.

“Hmmm, I like lattes, but with a shot of caramel. There’s no syrup in here,” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

“I can organize that for you,” Jared said, his smile widening as he demonstrated the machine’s features. He walked her through the various options, encouraging her to explore and discover what she truly wanted.

He retrieved milk from the fridge, pouring it into the specialized Jura milk jug and attaching it to the machine. “It’s ready to go,” he announced, gesturing toward the setup. “Just place your cup here and select what you want. You can even adjust the strength of the coffee and how much milk foam you desire.” He watched as she navigated through the options, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“Who needs that many coffee options in a machine?” she asked, her tone teasing.

Jared chuckled, “Well, Dad has a deal with the brand. All our machines are Jura’s, and they each make a variety of coffee types. The one in the dining room? Even more impressive! It’s a GIGA X8c. They all operate similarly, so once you master this one, you can use any of them.” He felt a sense of relief wash over him; she hadn’t pulled away from his touch, suggesting that perhaps their earlier tension was merely a misunderstanding.

He hadn’t anticipated her shutting him down so abruptly, but he had resolved not to let it happen again. As she sipped her freshly made latte, he leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. “Is it good? Would you like to save that as your preset?”

“Mm, it’s good, but I don’t know,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with uncertainty.

“Sorry about my attitude this morning,” Jared said softly, a hint of remorse in his voice. “It was… uncalled-for.” He placed his cup down and selected cappuccino, dialing up the strength of the coffee to just one bean shy of maximum.

“Hmmm, I was just being honest with you,” she replied, walking away to settle into a seat.

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