He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 121

Jared

Seeing Wynta’s band light up, more than shocked him, the woman was keeping secrets from him and one that was clearly important to what they’d discussed this morning. He tested the theory himself to make certain it was him she’d scented out somewhere along the line. And yes, her heart rate increased with his touch, though now it was even more than it had been just this morning.

All her wolfen senses were activated, seeing as she now had her wolf, he was more than happy about what he was seeing, sensing. The woman he was in love with was going to be his Mate, and she’d played with him in her apartment, kissed him in the pack walked about hand in hand with him. She wouldn’t do that unless she knew what he was to her.

If there had been another scent that had caught her attention, she would have severed their connection right then and there. Yet, she hadn’t. “No wonder she never gets enough of you,” Creed chimed in, his beast sounding genuinely pleased.

“Honestly, I’m relieved I told her before all of this unfolded,” Jared replied, and he truly meant it. Now, not only did she recognize him as her Mate, but she also understood the depth of his feelings for her—his desire to be her Mate was unwavering, as was Creed’s. This was love flourishing before the mate bond had even formed. Chosen and Gifted, how could he not beam with joy when he knew she had already accepted him?

They had shared playful moments in her apartment after she had learned the truth about their connection. She had walked beside him, exuding confidence and trust, and when his father assured her of her safety in this office, she had responded with a certainty that warmed his heart. There was a profound trust blossoming between them, and that was what mattered most to him.

She didn’t merely think she’d be safe here; she knew it in her bones. A twinge of disappointment flickered through him at the thought that his father wouldn’t make an official announcement, but the pack laws were strict, and he understood the necessity of following them. Now, he found himself in a situation akin to Ethan’s, albeit in reverse. He had to wait for the full moon to claim her, a moment he imagined would have to be postponed until after her wolf, Remi, shifted for the very first time.

He could already envision the moment the moon dipped below the horizon, her bones cracking as she transformed, while he and Creed officially scented her out. They would have to be patient, but he knew his band would glow blue at that precise moment. “I’ll shift alongside her, and they’ll see me for the first time as we witness her transformation,” Creed affirmed, excitement lacing his voice. “She’ll be astonished by us.”

“I wonder what her beast will look like,” Jared mused, his curiosity piqued. There was no way for them to know until they laid eyes on her wolf, unless, of course, Wynta chose to share that secret with him. But he doubted she would; she would hold onto that revelation until her first shift. There would be no coaxing it out of her either. This woman had a penchant for saying no, relishing in defiance at every opportunity. He knew this would be no exception.

He longed to kiss her senseless, to lose himself in her warmth, but he restrained himself, even as she smiled and playfully teased him. He could sense that everything had changed for her now; the dynamics of their relationship were shifting. If he allowed his hands to roam, he was certain she would respond with an undeniable spark of desire, and the fragrance of her arousal would fill the office, detectable to both him and his father’s unit.

“Shall we grab some lunch?” he suggested, recalling their earlier plans before they were called back to the office.

Wynta nodded, a hint of hunger evident in her eyes. “I am a bit hungry,” she admitted. He reached out to take her hand, glancing at his unit. “Will you all join us?” he asked, eager to include them in this moment.

This would mark the first time she would sit and share a meal with all of them, with him as the Alpha and her as the Luna. Their smiles radiated joy, all of them clearly delighted that Wynta was set to become his Mate and Luna. He turned to his father, a playful smirk on his lips. “Looks like you got what you wanted.”

His father’s grin was infectious. “I did. I always knew I was right; it was just a matter of playing the long game.” His gaze shifted from Jared to Wynta. “Welcome to the family, Wynta.”

She smiled in response but remained silent. He could tell that even now, with the band glowing on her wrist, she wouldn’t verbally acknowledge their bond—not yet. The stubborn she-wolf was likely to withhold her confirmation until the full moon. Not that he truly minded; all that mattered to him was that she was his.

Looking down at her, he asked, “Do you want to head back into the town center, or would you prefer to eat here in the packhouse dining hall?”

“Pack center,” Dwane interjected. “Our own choice from a different menu.”

“I don’t mind,” Wynta replied, her voice light.

Jared sensed Dwane’s comment was more about the pack seeing them together, especially with Wynta adorned in that glowing band. In just two weeks, everyone would know, but he felt no concern about it. His father tossed him the car keys, and they exited his office, heading toward the vehicle.

“I have a feeling this full moon will be one to remember for the pack,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as they stepped outside.

“Why’s that?” Wynta asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Ethan’s band is blue in France, yours is blue here, and Dwane is likely to end up with Tallah.” His gaze shifted to Andy and Emerson. “Who knows? Maybe all four of us will pair up. It’s been eight years since we were last home, and with three packs converging—two of entirely different species—I hear Obsidian has bears and cougars as well.”

“That would be nice,” Andy chimed in. “I wouldn’t mind settling down. Jared, are we staying here now or heading back to France?”

He paused, looking at Wynta for a moment. “I suppose that’s a conversation we need to have.”

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“Why?” Wynta frowned, her brows furrowing with concern.

“I’d have to have a pup before the others do,” he confessed, his tone serious.

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