He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 114

Jared

He was happy with the new turn of events; she’d accepted being his girlfriend, though it didn’t escape his attention that she did it for her own reasons. Whatever she was thinking about, she wanted to keep it to herself. That could only leave Jared to believe that she didn’t want to be in a room with a Gamma.

He would leave it for now, and helped her up into his truck. Not that she really needed it, there was a step and a grab bar to help those that were short hop up and into it. She’d used it that night when Tallah had gone home with Dwane, and the time he and the boys had picked her up from her shoebox of an apartment.

The drive to the north end of the pack was a pleasant one. The dirt path, though rugged, was well-kept, and he sensed they were alone in this serene landscape. As they approached the lookout point, he hoped they would have the place to themselves. He had no intention of clearing it out just for their sake; everyone deserved the chance to relish the breathtaking view from the summit.

“How does it feel to be a member of the pack?” he inquired, glancing over at her as he drove.

Wynta shrugged, her expression thoughtful. “Honestly, I don’t feel any different. But don’t start throwing orders at me, or I swear I won’t take it well,” she replied, her tone casual but her eyes betraying a deeper resolve. Jared understood that if anyone dared to impose their will on her, she would likely push back fiercely.

She was not the kind of woman who took kindly to being bossed around. In fact, it was more accurate to say she despised being coerced into anything. He pondered this for a moment, recognizing that asking her to do something was far more effective than telling her she had to. Wynta was fiercely independent, determined to carve out her own path without the interference of others.

He admired her for it; she yearned for the freedom to make her own choices. His father, he knew, would support that desire wholeheartedly. The Cedar Rapid pack had a culture of encouraging its members to pursue their dreams, whether that meant studying at any university of their choice or exploring various career paths. If they were accepted, his father would even cover half the tuition costs.

In Cedar Rapids, the expectation was clear: families were responsible for half of their children’s educational expenses, while the pack would cover the other half. Every pack member was urged to seek part-time work and apply for scholarships, all to lighten the load on their families. It was a lesson in self-sufficiency, a way to teach them the value of hard work and the sacrifices their parents made to provide for them. The only exception to this financial responsibility was pack housing, which was a gift from his parents.

There was no rent, no mortgage—just a home that belonged to them until they chose to leave.

“Do you like your apartment here in the pack?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s honestly a bit overwhelming, but the view… it’s incredible,” she murmured, her voice trailing off as she gazed out the window.

He couldn’t argue with her; the views from the fourth floor of the packhouse were nothing short of breathtaking. The building stood alone, surrounded by a lush forest, with a road running past the front that led to a handful of parking spaces and grassy areas. The rest of the pack was a solid kilometer away, creating a sense of privacy and seclusion.

“All the homes have fantastic views, even my room at the front of the packhouse. You’ll see that every section of housing is the same, enveloped by nature. There are about forty homes in each section, making it easy for everyone to stay connected with the outdoors,” Jared explained, a smile creeping onto his face. “We even have parks for the pups in every section, along with a small shopping district. It may be modest, but there are a couple of restaurants, cafés, and some charming boutiques—like a large walking mall. Plus, we have two nightclubs: one for those without wolves and one for those who do.”

“What’s the difference?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Well, it’s all about what’s permissible in each club and the types of drinks served. If someone is over eighteen in the club for non-wolves, they can still enter the one for wolves,” he explained, his gaze playful. “And you’ll be welcome there if you ever want to check it out.”

“Too loud for my taste, honestly. I’d much rather find a quiet spot with a good book,” Wynta replied as he parked the truck at the summit.

“It’s just a five-minute walk down that path,” he gestured, stepping out and taking her hand in his, leading her toward it.

“Clingy much?” she teased, shaking her head with a smile.

“Definitely,” he replied, not bothering to defend himself. Together, they climbed the two dozen stairs and traversed a long wooden boardwalk that led to the lookout. The expansive deck was rectangular, boasting a plexiglass railing that preserved the stunning view.

“Wow,” Wynta breathed, leaning against the railing as she took in the sight. “Now that’s a view.” A contented sigh escaped her lips.

Jared watched her, a smile forming as he admired the scene before them. From this vantage point, the entire pack sprawled out below, each section clearly defined, including the packhouse standing proudly on its own. The Cedar Rapids river snaked through the landscape, a ribbon of water that was a popular spot for white-water rafting tours on the opposite bank. Although there was a bridge allowing access to the river, it was gated off from humans, maintaining the pack’s privacy.

“Is this near the border?” Wynta inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Sort of. It’s about ten miles north of here,” he replied. “Why? Are you contemplating making a run for it?”

“I’d never be able to outrun anyone here,” she answered, her tone matter-of-fact.

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