He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 117

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Wynta

It was just a minute after Marrian left that she felt a change start to form within her. She also knew it barely took a fraction of a second for her, as in her mind’s eyes she saw a million images flash through her mind. Happened as she stood staring at Edward, she could see him and all those images at the same time, it was kind of like time froze, and everything and everyone around her stood still.

It was like a reel of images that rolled constantly and her body kind of felt hot all over, yet inside there was a coldness that was undeniably her and her wolf Remi. Her beast lifted her head and looked at her, and they came to understand exactly what they were.

In that moment, the veil of their lineage was pulled back, revealing the rich tapestry of their heritage. Though the face of their mother remained obscured by shadows, she could feel an aura of sorrow surrounding her—a red, bloody haze that obscured her features but also felt strangely familiar. It was as if droplets of rain fell upon her, cold and relentless, mingling with the distant echoes of a memory that fought to break free but remained just out of reach.

“I’m sorry, my daughter,” a voice broke through the murky fog, laden with anguish and regret. The rain intensified, each drop a tear shed by the woman who had tried to shield her from the world—specifically, from the Alpha who was her father.

Wynta’s heart ached with the weight of that sorrow, a grief that transcended time and space. She realized, with a dawning clarity, that the rain was not rain at all; it was her mother’s tears, cascading down as she desperately tried to protect her child from the harsh realities of their world.

Questions flooded Wynta’s mind. How had her mother managed to hide her? What was her name? How had she become entwined with an Alpha? Had he slaughtered an entire pack to claim her, or had she been his Mate, only to be betrayed when he discovered her true abilities? The uncertainty gnawed at her, but one truth was undeniable: the pain was her mother’s, a testament to the life she had led and the sacrifices she had made.

Every time the words “My daughter” had echoed in her mind over the years, they had been accompanied by an excruciating pain, a migraine that left her reeling. Each headache was a reminder of her mother’s attempts to reach out, to forge a connection that had been stifled by the very blood that bound them.

Wynta pondered whether the connection had been stronger that night in the hospital, where the proximity to her mother might have allowed a fleeting link to form. Or perhaps it was the drugs coursing through her veins—administered by both Gordon and the human doctors—that had altered her state.

“It was Jared’s blood,” Remi interjected, her voice steady and clear. “It initiated a chain reaction that forced our lineage to the forefront. We are a blood witch wolfen hybrid. Tasting his blood—that’s what began to liberate us.”

The realization sent a shiver down Wynta’s spine. It wasn’t a seizure she had experienced; it was the awakening of her true self. “Not a seizure,” she echoed, the pieces falling into place. Remi affirmed, “This is the history of our kind.”

She contemplated this revelation. It wasn’t a mere medical episode; it was a profound awakening. That was why no one could halt it—no drug could intervene. She had simply tasted Jared’s blood, and in doing so, she had activated the dormant powers within her. Hours of understanding had unfurled before her, yet she had remained shackled by her mother’s blood, unable to fully grasp the enormity of it all.

Her recollections of that night were hazy, but one thing was crystal clear: she hadn’t awakened in pain. Her mother’s voice had reached her, and there had been no aftermath of agony. Why? Because her bloodline had surged through her, awakening her essence even if her conscious mind hadn’t fully comprehended it at the time.

As she stood there, enveloped in the warmth of the pack, she pondered the implications of being bled to Alpha Edward. What had transpired when his blood mingled with hers? It was through his essence that she had glimpsed the joyful memories tied to this pack, and while it had caused a minor headache, it paled in comparison to the turmoil she had endured previously.

Suddenly, a jolt of energy coursed through her, and she envisioned a woman clad in a blue suit, her long dark curls cascading down her shoulders, a wolfen pin glinting on her lapel. “Alpha Gretta Rivers of the Wolfen Council,” the name flashed in her mind, followed by a whirlwind of images. She saw the very room she stood in, a phone ringing, and a conversation unfolding between Gretta and Edward about her—discussions laden with urgency regarding her fate.

The Wolfen Council had been alerted by the wolf she called her father, who was intent on claiming her body for himself. She could see it all, hear the impending dialogue between Edward and Gretta, discussing their next steps. But what struck her as deeply unjust was that no one yet understood who or what she truly was.