He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 113

Wynta

She could only nod and go along with Jared on that thought, but as she sat there, could she find out on her own? She looked at him and her eyes moved right to his ear. If it was blood that activated something within her, then testing it would be as simple as doing it again.

“No,” Jared stated in a firm tone, as if reading her mind. “We will not be doing that. Meshing blood and tasting blood had two different reactions within you. I’m not risking your health by trying to see if it’s true or not.

“But…”

“No, Wynta.” He shook his head. “Not even my father will agree to it. Your seizure went for hours, nothing the hospital doctors did could stop it. You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.” she murmured as something else occurred to her. “No, Wynta.” He shook his head firmly, his expression unyielding. “Even my father would never agree to this. Your seizure lasted for hours, and not a single thing the hospital doctors tried could halt it. You could have died.”

“But I didn’t,” she murmured, a flicker of defiance in her tone. Suddenly, another thought struck her. He was her Mate, and marking him would mean she would need to bite him. While she might not possess a wolf, if he marked her first… both he and his father believed she would gain a wolf by the next full moon, which would allow her to return the mark and flood her mouth with blood.

“What’s going through your mind?” he asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“Nothing,” she replied, frowning as she turned her gaze away from him, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration.

“You’re lying to me,” he muttered, his tone teasing but serious.

“Yes,” she admitted, “I’m still processing everything, and until I have clarity, I won’t bring it up again,” she stated flatly. The laws surrounding the scenting of one’s Mate were intricate, and technically, she hadn’t fully engaged in that ritual; she could only feel it lingering on her skin.

She refused to repeat what Nolan had attempted with her. Even if she believed in the truth of the mating bond, it was still against the law since she didn’t wear the bond band. She had no intention of approaching Edward to ask him to place it on her. No, she would adhere to the expectations and wait for the full moon.

Had she not touched that cursed band on Edward’s desk, she wouldn’t even have been aware of her situation, so she had to feign ignorance. Rising from her seat, she finished her coffee, walked to the sink, and washed the cup with a sense of purpose.

“Wynta, if you share your thoughts, maybe we can brainstorm together and figure this out,” Jared suggested earnestly. “I could bring in the guys or even my father’s unit, if that’s your preference. We can all sit down, listen to your ideas, and try to find the connection or solution together.”

His offer caught her attention, but the thought of being in a room with his unit or Edward’s was overwhelming. Andy or Chester in close proximity while she wrestled with the knowledge she had just acquired? That was a recipe for disaster. They would likely unravel her secrets in mere minutes or, worse, lay hands on her in curiosity.

“I’ll organize a meeting, although it’s possible my father won’t be present. My mother was…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“Running from her Mate,” Wynta interjected knowingly. “I saw her earlier; she mentioned needing to hide from Edward.” A smile crept onto her face as she recalled the image of the “pretty silver wolf.”

“Mm, there’s another in the pack that resembles her, but he’s larger.” Jared grinned. “Eve, my sister, also has a silver wolf.”

“I’ve never seen that before,” she mused, realizing how little she knew about the pack.

“There are quite a few out there, I suppose none in Blue Ridge?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Not that I’ve noticed,” Wynta replied, shaking her head. “But then again, I never attended pack runs or wolf training, so…” She shrugged, acknowledging the limitations of her experience. “It’s possible I missed them.”

“Wynta, let’s return to the thoughts you’re clearly avoiding. It might be more effective if several of us tackle this problem together. Many hands make light work,” he suggested, his tone encouraging.

“Too many chefs spoil the broth,” she countered, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

Jared snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “I wasn’t expecting that. Come on, let’s find everyone. I’m not taking no for an answer,” he declared, placing a hand gently on the small of her back as they made their way to the door of her suite.

Wynta’s mind raced, searching for a distraction that wouldn’t lead to anything intimate. Knowing what she now understood, she could easily get swept away in the moment, and that would complicate everything. Goddess, she thought, he wouldn’t hold back; actual intimacy was a very real possibility. She bit her lip, contemplating whether she should postpone that entirely until after the full moon.

She had to steer him away from his mission. He was blissfully unaware of her internal conflict, yet he was determined to dig deeper into whatever it was she was grappling with. She needed to prevent him from bringing her near Chester or Andy. “I haven’t explored the pack yet. How about today you just show me around? My brain feels like it’s been fried, you know? I need a moment to let the crispy noodles of my thoughts return to a soft, mushy state,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Jared halted, amusement dancing in his eyes as he processed her words. “Crispy fried noodles?” he chuckled.

“Mm hmm,” she nodded, a grin spreading across her face. “I’m not firing on all cylinders; my pistons are all seized up.”

He laughed heartily, the sound brightening the atmosphere. “Alright, you win for now, but only on one condition.”

“And that would be?” she asked, a hint of wariness creeping into her voice.

Jared extended his hand toward her. “You walk holding my hand for all to see, everywhere we go.”

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