He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 118

Jared

That was a lot of blood coming from that cut on the palm of her hand. Jared was counting them just like he was certain, so was his mother and father to report back to Gordon. The moment that last drop fell from her palm into the vial his mother was holding to catch it all.

He scented her alpha-blood. There she was the real Wynta standing right in front of him, and he breathed her in quietly for himself. The woman he was in love with was Alpha-blooded. It was the very reason she was so stubborn all the time, so bloody hard to bring in for not only him but his own father.

She was an Alpha female and though she didn’t like being told what to do or when to do it, neither did a rogue. Two powerful aspects shaped her defiance: her lineage and her unyielding spirit. He longed to reach out, to turn her towards him so he could gaze upon her beautiful face, now that her true heritage had been unveiled.

But he refrained. Just a heartbeat later, he sensed another Alpha presence in the office, and his instincts screamed that there was only one reason for it. Her wolf had been concealed, hidden beneath the veil of her mother’s blood. Ten times she had been bled to her mother, a desperate attempt by that protective woman to keep Wynta safe from the world.

He watched as his father’s wolf emerged, its gaze locking onto Wynta. He knew in that moment that her beast was surfacing, eyeing him with a curious intensity. The potential for chaos loomed, but miraculously, it didn’t manifest. Her beast remained calm, not a flicker of rage or aggression despite the long confinement.

“Remi,” he murmured, the name of her wolf warming his heart. It was an endearing thought, and he couldn’t help but smile at the idea of her wolf being just as feisty as Wynta herself.

He remained rooted to the spot, observing as Remi gently turned Wynta’s head, allowing her to meet the eyes of everyone in the room. In this moment, surrounded by potential threats, her wolf could have perceived danger and retaliated, yet she stood unafraid. When her gaze fell upon him, one eye a mesmerizing green and the other a striking blue, he returned her look with a smile, feeling a connection that transcended words.

Creed, his own wolf, purred softly within him, an instinctive reaction to her presence. Wynta’s eyes remained locked onto his for what felt like an eternity, and he pondered whether she was aware of his feelings for her, that he desired her as a mate. It was conceivable that Remi had always been with Wynta, witnessing everything she experienced, even if she had been trapped within.

Every situation involving a bound wolf was unique; some were present but unable to communicate, while others were oblivious to their confinement, and a few were consumed by rage from being locked away.

The playful snort from Remi only widened his grin. It was clear that Wynta would be just as challenging as he had anticipated, just like her wolf. Her initial conversation with Remi had suggested that her Alpha wolf possessed the same mischievous nature as Wynta.

His mother had just left to deliver the blood sample to Gordon for analysis when Wynta suddenly tensed before he could even think to reach for her. “I’ll handle it,” she declared, her tone firm. “This is my responsibility.” The frowns exchanged among everyone in the room, including his father, indicated their confusion. Her words made no sense.

Moments later, the phone on his father’s desk rang. Wynta reached for it, her demeanor shifting. “Wynta Morgan speaking. Gretta Rivers of the Wolfen Council, yes?” she answered, her voice exuding an unexpected self-assurance that Jared had never heard from her before.

It was bizarre to hear her speak with such confidence. It wasn’t merely a guess; it was as if she intrinsically understood the gravity of the call and wanted Alpha Gretta to grasp the essence of who she truly was. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was what her mother had tried to conceal all along—her remarkable gift.

Gordon had emphasized the extent of his mother’s capabilities, but Jared was still trying to grasp it. Wynta had anticipated this call and the identity of the caller, which suggested a level of foresight that bordered on the psychic. She hadn’t even flinched at the revelation, which struck him as odd, especially after she had just insisted she lacked any gifts when her mother’s blood left her body.

He observed his father activate the speakerphone feature, positioning himself to get a better view of Wynta. “Yes, and… I was calling to speak with Alpha Edward Hayes about… you, your death,” Alpha Gretta announced, her voice tinged with disbelief. Who wouldn’t be taken aback by such a bold declaration?

“I’m not dead; I merely severed my kin bond with an Alpha I’ve never met. Alpha Gretta, I hear you sold me to Alpha Nolan, heir of the Blue Ridge pack. He told me so himself, despite our rejection for fourteen years. How is that even possible?” Wynta’s voice was calm, her words measured, yet there was an underlying current of authority that suggested she was fully aware of her power.

It was as though she had addressed the Wolfen Council countless times before. While she had bypassed the formalities, her tone was not disrespectful. She was getting straight to the point, much like the council members themselves would.

Wynta’s head tilted slightly, prompting Jared to step closer, eager to see her expression. Did it reflect her demeanor? Did she transform when tapping into that ability of hers?

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