He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 123

Jared

He stood staring at Wynta. Her challenge he knew was for him to climb into her bed and contain himself, to continue the game they’d still been playing. She wanted him to see what his resolve was like, just how much longer he could wait to have her, now that he knew what she was to him.

It seemed she was trying to turn the tables on him. He’d already told her he’d take the band off and choose her, which told her he wanted her. She felt the sparks of their mate bond, and that band confirmed it. Yet here she was trying to get him to still not have s*x with her when, just an hour ago, he’d been thinking he was finally going to get to have her.

Wynta had tested his limits more than once in her bed, pushing him to the brink of surrender, nearly unraveling him with her presence. It appeared she was determined to make him wait until he could officially claim her, to scent her as his mate in a way that left no room for doubt. “You want to wait?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with a hint of challenge. “Are you really going to deny yourself the chance to have me fulfill all those needs you’ve been harboring?”

She shrugged lightly, a gesture that belied the seriousness of their situation. “Hmm, I’ve waited this long. What’s a few more weeks? Don’t you want to wait until you officially know Jared?” Her words were laced with a playful defiance, but he could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Not particularly,” he admitted, his honesty cutting through the air like a blade. “I declared my intent to you this morning. If you had said yes, I would have marched straight to my father’s office, had my band removed, and rushed back to mark you as mine.” The weight of his confession hung between them, heavy with the truth of his feelings. “I nearly lost you, Wynta. It felt like I was on the brink of losing everything, and I hated every moment of it. Creed felt it too, and he was just as unsettled.”

As he spoke, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. “Let’s go back to your room and partially complete our bond, mate the hell out of each other,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting, offering himself up to her with a fervor that he could no longer contain.

But her response was swift and resolute. “I can’t,” she replied after a brief pause, a moment that felt like an eternity. In that fleeting instant, he caught a glimpse of the brilliant red flecks in her eyes, a sign of her inner turmoil, but just as quickly, they vanished. “My kin would kill you,” she stated, her expression darkening with concern.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he released her from his embrace, the weight of her words settling over him like a shroud. “Let’s go and talk about that, shall we? In private,” he suggested, his tone taking on a more serious note.

She nodded, her agreement a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of their situation. He intertwined his fingers with hers, leading her back to her suite. The decision felt inevitable, given what she had just revealed. He recalled the words of Alpha Gretta, the warnings that had been whispered about Wynta’s lineage, and the realization struck him like a thunderbolt: his beautiful mate was connected by blood to the royal seers of the wolfen realms.

He had never felt the need to attend the annual kingdom meetings, so he had never encountered any of them personally. But his father and his unit had participated in those gatherings for years, and it was entirely possible they had crossed paths with her kin. Royal seers were not to be trifled with; they were powerful and vigilant, always on the lookout for threats against the king and his bloodline. The implications of her heritage weighed heavily on him, adding another layer of complexity to their already intricate relationship.

Every wolf present at those annual gatherings was scrutinized by a royal seer, a gifted individual whose insights could transcend time. With their abilities, they not only delved into the past but also glimpsed into the future, especially when it came to the safety of their king or his lineage. This foresight was a protective measure, allowing them to identify any potential threats looming over those they swore allegiance to.

Jared pondered the possibility that Wynta possessed a similar gift, perhaps even more profound than mere foresight. He had sensed something unique about her, an innate psychic ability that set her apart. The way she reacted to his comments hinted at a deeper understanding of the future, leaving him to wonder whether she consciously sought out the outcomes he spoke of, or if they simply unfolded before her without effort.

Was it a deliberate act of calculation, or was it a gift she had no control over?

As they walked together, he noticed her lift her phone, engrossed in a conversation with Tallah. A hint of amusement flickered through him; he didn’t mind her texting. It was a silent moment, one that allowed him to reflect on their lives while she connected with her friend. Earlier that morning, she had mentioned Tallah, and he couldn’t help but smile, hoping that Tallah would become Dwane’s mate.

That would be a boon for Wynta. They already shared a bond, and with the full moon approaching, she would have someone familiar by her side. Yet, he couldn’t shake the thought that their playful dynamic might be as tumultuous as the one he shared with his own father. But he brushed that concern aside; as long as Wynta remained by his side, he could handle the teasing and the games that were sure to come. Creed’s tail wagged slightly; he relished the playful banter just as much as Jared did. The thought that their touch could ignite Wynta’s heart rate filled him with warmth. She still smiled at them, teasing and challenging them in the most delightful ways.

Everything was falling into place. Soon, under the light of the full moon, they would solidify their bond in their wolfen forms. Creed voiced his confidence, “I’ll claim my mate before you do yours.”

“Will you now?” Jared shot back, a playful challenge in his tone.

“Absolutely! Remi will join us; I’ll chase her through the woods and claim her wolf myself.”

Jared considered Creed’s words. Given the circumstances of the upcoming full moon, his beast might just be right. He decided to let it go, accepting that whatever would happen, would happen. He had no intention of denying either of their wolves what they desired. He was certain that Wynta felt the same way. When the time came to remove those bands, he would be the one marking her, likely the very next day.

What mattered most was the thought that she would never be able to escape them again. A smile crept onto his lips as they strolled side by side. Every morning, she would awaken next to him for the rest of their lives. He realized he could wait for the full moon; there was no rush. After all, they had nearly nine centuries ahead of them.

“We’ll have pups, a whole litter,” Creed declared excitedly.

“We’ll have whatever the Goddess blesses us with, or what Wynta and Remi desire,” Jared clarified, gently correcting his beast. “I meant what I said about birth control; there’s no need to rush.” He believed it was unnecessary. If pups didn’t come immediately, they could enjoy their time alone without interruptions—a prospect he cherished.

Creed huffed in his mind, “I’m not getting any younger, you know.”

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