He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 119

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Edward

Edward clicked the line closed himself, though the entire conversation between himself and Gretta, he’d never once taken his eyes off Wynta, not even moved them to Jared, who he knew was now looking at Wynta himself. Taking in everything she’d not only just said, but had done and how she looked.

As was, he knew, every single person in this office. Chester and Andy would be wide open to Wynta as well, trying to soak up everything she was feeling. Though Edward kind of got the feeling, it was going to get past them, a mere millisecond had been all it had taken for her to come into her true lineage.

Whatever she was, he’d never seen it before, never heard about it either. Blood witches were not something he knew about. Gretta had mentioned that King Christian would be confronting Alpha Dorian, a name she had clearly unearthed during her investigation, indicating that an Alpha was indeed searching for Wynta. And now, it was common knowledge that this Alpha was her father. What a remarkable twist of fate! But Christian sending a seer? And a high-ranking one at that…

Suddenly, it struck him; he and his beast inhaled deeply, attempting to sift through the Alpha blood and witch blood to unearth any additional truths. The highest of high seers? Such individuals would surely belong to the royal coven. Was it possible that Wynta had ties to this royal lineage? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

The royal coven was the puppet master behind the royal seers, the ones who dictated where their powers would be utilized. These royal seers were a breed apart, not to be confused with the coven present at the Annual Alpha Meetings. No, these were the elite, numbering between fifty to sixty, their bloodlines untouched by any otherworldly beings—pure-blooded witches, the last vestiges of an untainted lineage across all realms.

If Wynta was indeed a hybrid of blood witch and wolf, then her mother must have belonged to that royal seer lineage. How could anyone dare to harm a royal seer and escape unscathed? His mind raced as he sought clarity, and just then, Wynta’s eyes locked onto his, as if she had sensed the very moment his realization dawned.

He grasped that she possessed the ability to see without physical contact, and not only that, she could read his thoughts as clearly as if they were written on a page. This was precisely why Gretta was poised to inform the king of wolves: Wynta was a direct descendant of the highest of high seers affiliated with the royal coven.

Someone had tainted their bloodline, birthing not just a hybrid but one that could potentially rival any other. Gretta had practically bowed to Wynta, simply from the knowledge of her existence. This young woman was destined to stand shoulder to shoulder with the new queen of the light witches. Their world was evolving, giving rise to more formidable creatures. Whispers of a new breed of Triune were circulating, a pack that encompassed witches, sirens, and wolves.

Then there was Obsidian, home to two distinct bear species, cougars, and wolves, all considered a royal pack in their own right. He wouldn’t be surprised if this Triune pack also boasted its own royals. He recalled a book he had read about Selena, who had forged the otherworldly realm in hopes of fostering harmony among her creations. It appeared that this dream was slowly materializing, not in the otherworldly realm but here in the human realm, perhaps due to its comparatively gentler nature.

His own pack was a blend of wolves and a sea sprite, and he was on the verge of acquiring a fox, or perhaps several. And now, there was Wynta, a blood wolf witch, poised to become the reigning Luna of this very pack. The tides were shifting towards a new world order, one led by powerful women.

He even speculated on the reason behind this shift. Women tended to be more empathetic, less inclined to engage in the aggressive tactics of Alpha males. They didn’t yearn to conquer other packs or seize what wasn’t theirs, nor would they consider eliminating a Luna to claim her Alpha Mate for themselves.

No, these women he was contemplating were Lunas—guardians of their packs. A royal wolf witch hybrid, the niece of the current king, a Triune of siren, wolf, and he surmised, witch lineage; alongside them, a royal wolf bear hybrid, and now, a blood witch wolf hybrid. All were part wolfen, the most aggressive and power-hungry among species. It seemed that Selena was attempting to tame the very beings she had created.

In a century, it was plausible that the men of their kind would find themselves bowing to the women of all otherworldly realms. Perhaps this was the very vision Selena had in mind from the outset. Yet, the Alphas of all realms had been consumed by their thirst for power, disregarding the means by which they obtained it. This had set a precedent, but now, as they evolved, Alpha Mates were beginning to exhibit love and respect for their Lunas.

“Wynta, you’re safe here,” he said softly, allowing his thoughts to drift away, focusing on the present moment.

“I know,” she replied, her voice steady and assured. The glowing red flecks in her eyes faded, leaving no trace behind, as if they had never existed.

“Do you possess magic backing you?” Edward inquired, curiosity piqued.

“I wouldn’t precisely label it that. But…” He observed her head tilt, and a flicker of red danced through her eyes once more. “My grandmother, six generations removed, will be the one to come. She will be a different entity altogether.”

He nodded, though the term “entity” unsettled him; it implied she was no longer entirely human. Six generations between Wynta and her kin? The implications were staggering. The woman King Christian would send would likely be displeased about her bloodline being tarnished.

“Let’s discuss the mating bond,” Edward broached the topic, sensing it wasn’t something she would welcome. He also knew that Wynta was aware it would illuminate blue the moment she donned it. He had witnessed the shift in her expression when it was mentioned, how her gaze had turned to Jared, her disinterest palpable. Perhaps she had glimpsed her own future through her abilities.

It was highly unlikely that anyone could compel her to accept Jared. She could see the entirety of their situation, likely having perceived the implications the moment Gretta mentioned the bond. He was certain no one would dare press her to divulge what she had seen.

Wynta remained silent, yet she didn’t attempt to exit the room. Her attention was fixed on him as he opened his desk drawer, retrieving a simple white box. Inside, nestled in soft blue velvet, lay the moonstone band, already infused with his intent to connect solely with Wynta. He placed it on the desk and lifted the lid, inviting her to gaze upon it.