Wynta
They walked into her suite and sat down, and she looked at Jared, his words from just a moment ago coming into the packhouse, were the same as the ones he’d spoken just this morning about them living in France, if she’d accepted him as a chosen mate. It was a curiosity for her, so of course, she asked what he wanted.
He wanted to stay here but would go there if she opted for them to move. He’d even partition the Wolfen Council to grant them a pack of their own. The man before her was calm, appeared reasonable and didn’t itch to take over here. Though he’d stated he would like to be here, he missed his home.
She couldn’t be the one to make the decision for him, that wasn’t right. “Don’t put that decision on me,” she stated as she sat and looked at him. ““I dislike being the one to make such decisions.”
“You do, however, enjoy making choices about your life,” Jared pointed out, his gaze unwavering.
“Yes, but I’m not the heir to a pack. You are, so that decision should come from you and your unit, not me,” she insisted, shaking her head gently.
“Hmmm, I beg to differ. Your birth father is an Alpha, and your mother was a Luna. Whether she was his by choice or taken from him is yet to be determined, but he’s hunting you. It’s likely you carry the blood of an heir,” Jared argued, his conviction evident.
“I’ve already severed ties with him. I want nothing to do with that man. So, that argument is null and void,” she retorted, shaking her head defiantly.
“Hmm, but what if he returned and took over your mother’s pack? Wouldn’t that technically make it your pack?” Jared countered, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Wynta huffed, considering the possibility. “Then it’s likely she had pups with her first mate, and they would have the right to claim that seat.”
“It’s plausible that the Alpha eliminated her mate and all heirs to seize control if he’s ruling her pack by force,” Jared stated, his expression serious. “That’s a common tactic among Alphas—eliminating any potential threats.”
Wynta grimaced. “Please don’t speak about such horrific possibilities so casually. It’s a terrible thought to have to entertain,” she murmured, her heart heavy.
“I apologize; I’m merely trying to illustrate my point that you might be an heir to a pack. Whose it is remains to be seen,” he clarified, his tone softening.
Wynta sighed softly, leaning back against the lounge as she attempted to push away the dreadful thoughts of her mother’s fate. It wasn’t even a certainty yet; perhaps her mother had been his Goddess-Gifted, turning against him once he discovered her lineage. “She could have been his Goddess-Gifted that just turned on her when he found out about her lineage,” she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I will never let that happen,” Jared vowed, wrapping his arm around her and drawing her close. “No one will ever harm you.”
His unwavering belief in her safety brought her comfort, and she found herself gazing into his eyes, searching for any signs of deceit. Yet, she could not read his intentions. She simply trusted him, guided by how he had treated her thus far. His parents had raised him right, she knew that without a doubt.
“About your ability, Wynta. What is it exactly?” Jared inquired, his curiosity piqued. She had anticipated this question; he had merely been waiting for the right moment when they were alone and in a soundproof room.
“Hmmm, it’s hard to articulate, but the best way to describe it is that I can perceive alternate outcomes of a situation before me,” she explained, her brow furrowed in thought.
“What does that mean, exactly?” Jared frowned, leaning in closer.
“When Gretta called, I envisioned multiple ways that call could unfold. I took control of it, crafting a situation that favored me and my desires,” she shrugged, a hint of pride in her voice. “That’s likely why that Alpha seeks me, and probably why my mother hid me and faked my death. Because something like that…” she sighed, trailing off.
“Could make you a powerful asset in battles or pack takeovers for whoever controls you,” Jared murmured, his expression contemplative.
“In essence, that’s what Remi and I believe,” she confirmed with a nod. “You’re different, though.”
“Different how?” he asked, intrigued.
“I don’t sense that you’re driven by power,” she replied, her gaze steady.
“I’m not. Managing one pack is challenging enough; I have no desire to absorb others to expand our territory,” Jared stated firmly. “I assume you don’t want that either?”
“Not really. My primary focus is on finding my mother and freeing her from that monster. After that, her health and safety will be my priority. I believe she might possess a similar ability to mine or something akin to it.”
“Same bloodline, witch lineage,” Jared nodded. “But whether she shares your ability remains uncertain. Only she and that Alpha truly know.” He looked down at her, his eyes searching. “So, you can foresee all possible outcomes for us then?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Like Andy and every Gamma out there, I can’t predict what my mate will do. Remi and I believe that mother was Alpha Dorian’s Goddess-Gifted, and she couldn’t foresee who he was or that he would harm her. That’s how she ended up in her current predicament. But again, it’s just speculation on our part.”

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