He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 128

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Wynta

She was curious about the remark counteracted each other, but only when her mother was here, and free to tell her what exactly happened would she likely know. She didn’t have the ability to read like a seer, because she wasn’t one. Although she was a blood witch, and she wondered if tasting someone’s blood would show her things like the past or the future, she wasn’t about to go and try it.

She had lived her life very simply and still wanted to do that to this day. That power she had was odd to her, uncontrollable, and she felt weird when it took over her. And that’s exactly how it felt too, as if she was overtaken by something else. There was a certainty to her actions and thoughts, her words even.

“Do we know when Alpha Dorian is coming?” Wynta inquired, her gaze shifting to Edward, seeking answers in his expression.

“At this point, it’s uncertain,” Edward replied thoughtfully. “However, I suspect it could be today or perhaps tomorrow. That will hinge on what Gretta has to discuss with him regarding his recent actions toward you, which the council has now been made aware of. Yet, I doubt she will inform him about the royal seer’s impending visit.”

“That seems unlikely,” Jared chimed in, his tone laced with skepticism. “If he learns about the seer, he’ll know that they could delve into his mind and uncover all the dreadful things he’s done. I can’t imagine he would willingly show up.”

Wynta found herself nodding in agreement with both men. Edward continued, “He might also be waiting for Nolan to return. That boy is being pulled in every direction, and he must realize he’s in deep trouble with all the lies he’s spun. He’ll be aware that a royal seer is coming to scrutinize him within his own pack. I wonder what Gretta will say to compel him to come here alongside that Alpha.”

“That’s anyone’s guess,” Jared remarked with a hint of disdain. “To be honest, I’d prefer he stay far away from Wynta.”

“It’s alright, Jared,” Wynta reassured him, her voice steady. “I have no interest in that boy other than wanting him to face the consequences of his deceit before the Wolfen Council.”

“Indeed, that’s a serious offense,” Edward agreed, shaking his head. “Some Alphas believe they’re above the law, thinking they can escape unscathed. That’s not how I raised my boys, nor should it be how anyone raises their children. But let’s shift gears—there’s another pressing issue regarding your kin, Wynta.”

“What issue?” she asked, her heart quickening slightly as she braced for the news.

“The blood witch clan is discontented with the perceived taint on their bloodline. They are the royal seers, pure and unblemished, and they only breed within their own lineage—witch to witch. The royal coven oversees them, and I hear they are displeased with the seers themselves.”

“Why is that?” Wynta pressed, her brow furrowing in concern.

“Your clan wants to strip you of your witch powers. The coven, however, seems more lenient; they don’t mind interspecies breeding. This was a topic of heated debate among them, including the king and queen of wolves, given your wolfen heritage.”

Wynta felt Remi, her spirit companion, lift her head, and she snorted in defiance, ‘Let them try.’

“Remi believes it’s unlikely they’ll succeed, even if they attempt it,” Wynta shrugged off the concern. “I suspect there’s more to me than I fully comprehend, but Remi seems to have a clearer understanding. Perhaps I’ll only grasp it when she fully realizes her wolfen form. Or maybe it requires something to trigger it, like the call from Gretta that awakened my gift.”

“Alright, I just wanted to keep you informed,” Edward said gently. “Your kin were also unaware of your existence or your mother’s. Apparently, your ancestor rejected her clan to mate with a wolf she deemed her Goddess-Gifted. Tragically, she died in battle before having any children or witchlings.”

“That’s a lie,” Wynta sighed, a heaviness settling in her chest.

“Yes,” Edward nodded, his expression solemn. “They’ve all come to understand that now.”

“She rejected the blood witch clan? Are you certain?” Wynta asked, her mind racing with the implications.

“That’s what the royal Beta, Rich, stated,” Edward confirmed. “What are your thoughts on this?”

“That they hold no power over me, considering my lineage was rejected,” she replied, feeling a surge of defiance. A warmth flickered behind her eyes, and though no visions appeared, she sensed Remi was searching for something—perhaps a piece of their ancestral history. But like a fleeting shadow, it vanished within moments.

Curiosity flickered in the air as everyone turned their gazes toward her. Wynta shrugged it off, “It’s not me; it’s Remi. She’ll only share what she chooses to, and I foresee her being a force to reckon with—very much her own entity.”

“When can we expect them?” Jared asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

“The timing is uncertain,” Wynta replied. “Beta Rich didn’t know when they would arrive. At the time of the call, the leader of the royal coven seemed disinclined to assist the clan matriarch in coming here solely to strip powers from me and my mother. If she continues to refuse, they’ll use the portal by Obsidian and will be escorted by someone Braxton trusts.”

“And if they come directly?” Jared questioned, his voice laced with apprehension.

“It will deafen all of us,” Beta Rich had warned, “so it’s best to minimize our use of wolfen hearing until that seer arrives. I’ll send out a pack-wide mind-link after this to inform everyone and advise them to remain in their homes once she gets here.”

“She won’t care to look at anyone except my mother and me,” Wynta shrugged. “From what I gathered yesterday, she’s old and cares little about anything other than the purity of her clan’s bloodline.”

“Hmm, I suspect she’s the one tasked with ensuring that the bloodline remains untainted and that no wrongful breeding occurs within the clan,” Edward mused. “You referred to her as an entity, not merely a blood witch.”