He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 116

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Wynta

She walked quietly from the hospital, asked Jared if they could walk, not take the car because she needed a minute to absorb all she’d actually heard. He’d nodded and waved his mother and father to use his car stated “We’ll meet you in your office, father.” And both Marrian and Edward had just nodded and left them to walk back.

He strolled along next to her as quiet as she was, she knew it was him just letting his mind tick as much as hers was right now. She had markers for foresight, but they were so very high, a hundred-fold compared to the Luna’s. So, was that why, when she’d bitten Jared’s ear and tasted his blood, everything in her brain had gone crazy? She was wired to be able to see things from likely that very thing.

The memories flooded back—when she had mingled her blood with Edward’s, the flashes of the pack had overwhelmed her senses. Were those visions fragments of Edward’s past, or glimpses of what was yet to come? The uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving a dull ache in her head that she had come to associate with her own mother’s influence. She had been bled multiple times, and now it seemed those experiences were catching up with her.

In the depths of her mind, she struggled to piece it all together. It felt as though her mother had orchestrated this, wanting to shield her from a fate that mirrored her own. Perhaps she had tried to keep Wynta’s existence hidden from others, to prevent her from becoming entangled in the same web of despair.

That realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her mother was the source of her pain, not her father. The thought of her mother being held captive by a cruel Alpha filled her with a sense of helplessness. Could she find a way to rescue her, or was her mother doomed to remain bound to that beast for eternity?

As the packhouse loomed closer, she halted, her heart racing at the thought of her mother’s attachment to that Alpha. “Jared,” she murmured, turning to meet his gaze. A flicker of warmth ignited within her as she noticed he had stopped walking alongside her, mirroring her actions in a way that felt so instinctual, so mate-like. He didn’t even realize the truth yet, but his reactions were those of someone who recognized a bond deeper than mere friendship.

“You mentioned in the hospital that my mother’s howl was unique to you,” she began, her curiosity piqued.

“It was,” he affirmed, his expression serious.

“What made it so special? Was it a Luna howl, or just a regular wolf howl?” The question tumbled from her lips, heavy with the weight of her uncertainty. She needed to know if her mother was bound to that Alpha by choice or if she was merely a pawn in his game.

He sighed softly, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he replied, “A Luna’s howl. But there’s a significant difference between a reigning Luna and a non-reigning one; the power behind it varies greatly.”

“Which was it?” she pressed, even as a part of her hesitated to hear the answer.

“A non-reigning Luna. She once held the title of reigning Luna for a pack, but that is no longer the case,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “I didn’t want to burden you with this information earlier, Wynta. You were already grappling with so much.”

Understanding washed over her, and she nodded slowly, the sadness pooling within her like a storm cloud. “So, he took her from someone else,” she concluded, her heart aching for the woman she barely knew.

“Likely so,” Jared confirmed, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. She leaned into him, finding solace in his presence as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” His hand moved gently along her back, a soothing gesture that calmed the turmoil within her.

For what felt like an eternity, she stood there, allowing herself to be enveloped by his warmth. Then, pulling back slightly, she gazed up at him, her thoughts racing. “If I have a gift that’s a hundred-fold more potent than Marrian’s, then I should be able to see her. I need to find a way to save her,” she declared, determination igniting within her.

“Maybe,” Jared replied thoughtfully. “It will depend on the nature of the gift you possess. But let’s not discuss it out here,” he cautioned. “We should wait until you’re un-bled.”

With a newfound sense of purpose, she resumed walking, leading them toward the packhouse and straight into Edward’s office. Inside, she found Edward, Marrian, and Jared’s unit gathered, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

Jared closed the door behind them, his voice firm. “Our ears only,” he stated. “No one else in the pack, except for Gordon, will know what we discuss here.”

Wynta nodded, her heart racing as she turned her attention to Edward. He reached for the pack blade, and she noticed Marrian holding the small vial that Gordon had given them for collecting the blood from the un-bleeding.

“Now, Wynta, I can’t predict what will happen when Edward un-bleeds you,” Marrian said, her tone serious. “You might experience your gift all at once, or it could manifest gradually as you focus on it. If it’s the former, Chester and Andy will likely try to help you manage the chaos that comes with it. It may be overwhelming at first, perhaps even confusing.”

“I realized something,” Wynta interjected, her voice steady. “If I get those migraines whenever my mother tries to reach out to me, then she must be within my vicinity several times a year. They have to have a reason to come here, maybe once or twice, or even three times a year.”

“Agreed,” Edward nodded, his expression thoughtful.

“Even with that, she kept you hidden, Wynta,” Marrian said, a touch of sadness in her voice. “It’s as if she desperately wanted some form of contact with you while simultaneously trying to protect you. She could feel you, and as your mother…” her words trailed off, leaving a lingering sense of longing in the air.

“I understand,” Wynta replied, her heart swelling with a love for a woman she had never truly known. “Every headache or migraine I’ve experienced over the past fourteen years was her way of searching for me,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. The realization struck her deeply; her mother had risked everything to reach out, to ensure her safety.

Gently, she pushed Jared’s hand away, feeling the need to face this challenge alone. “I want to do this on my own,” she declared, aware that he was only trying to offer comfort with his touch. But she needed to understand what un-bleeding would do to her.