He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 130

Wynta

She was introduced to Alpha Larissa of the Wolfen Council. The woman stood and looked at her for a long moment and Wynta wondered if she was trying to see what was different about her. Wynta had been polite as she was told to be, but the staring at her, she didn’t much like it, and she felt Remi lift her head inside her mind after about a full minute.

“My beast doesn’t particularly like the way you’re staring at me,” Wynta stated.

Larissa nodded. “She probably doesn’t, have you shifted yet?”

“No, on the full moon,” Wynta answered, “As would any wolf coming for the first time.”

“Hmm, alright,” Larissa stated.

“I’ll be staying here within the packhouse but I’ll remain in plain sight of the events that unfold. They won’t know I’m here until I deem it necessary to reveal myself. If either of them attempts to flee, let them go. I didn’t come here alone.” A sly smile crept across her face. “The entire council believes Nolan will bolt the moment he’s caught in a lie, and Dorian is an enigma. However, that woman with him… if she is indeed my mother and held against her will, then he’s a dead man walking.”

“It’s been confirmed that my pack doctor conducted a DNA test on the blood linking Wynta to the one she was un-bled from. He’ll likely attempt to use her as leverage for his escape,” Edward interjected with a weary sigh.

“Good. That means less investigation on our part,” Larissa remarked, her tone pragmatic. “With that knowledge, I would certainly expect that. Edward, you might want to have your doctor ready and ensure a clear path to the pack’s hospital in case a confrontation arises.”

“On it,” Edward affirmed, his voice clipped with determination.

Wynta sat in the foyer of the packhouse, her heart a tumultuous mix of anticipation and anxiety. Meeting her mother for the first time filled her with a nervous energy, but a deeper rage simmered beneath the surface, directed at the Alpha who had kept her mother captive, tethered to him like a puppet. No wonder she had felt so powerless against him.

Today was the day it would all change; neither she nor Remi would tolerate this any longer. As she sat there, she felt a hand intertwine with hers, a surge of anger emanating from her wolf at the thought of their mother’s suffering. The heat in her eyes intensified, and she sensed that Remi was already attempting to predict the outcome of the impending confrontation, but all that surfaced was a mix of frustration and fury.

That hand belonged to Jared, and as she looked at him, sparks from their mate bond danced between them. Yet, in that moment, there was an unsettling red haze surrounding him. She saw his lips moving, but the words were lost to her. Remi was focused on their shared bloodline, and it was why everything felt tinted with that crimson hue. Her wolf was reaching out, desperate to connect with her mother, and suddenly it clicked—there was something blocking them from seeing her.

In a flash of rage, Remi surged forth, ripping Wynta from Jared’s grasp, taking control as they bolted outside the packhouse.

The realization hit Wynta like a thunderclap as the first crack of her bones echoed around her. Fury coursed through her as she transformed into her wolf form for the first time under the sunlight. But as she emerged, she was swiftly brought down by several others, the weight of their bodies pinning her to the ground. She recognized the Gamma Charms of Chester and Andy, their presence meant to soothe her raging beast even as Wynta struggled to comprehend the chaos unfolding.

Pinned down, she locked eyes with Jared, who leaned closer, reaching out to touch Remi’s face. “Calm down. You can deal with him later; no one will interfere,” he whispered soothingly.

Remi snarled in response, and the Gamma Charm poured over her like a calming balm. Wynta felt the struggle within her beast, the fierce battle against the enchantment, but slowly, the anger began to peel away, revealing the core of what had ignited such fury. Remi’s thoughts sharpened, and Wynta finally understood the source of their rage—something had been done to their mother, and it was not her choice to hide from them.

The bond of blood witches was unbreakable, a connection that should never falter unless stripped of their powers. Yet, as they drew closer to the pack, Remi sensed something was gravely wrong with their mother. The very essence of their kin was being suppressed, and it was evident that as the Alpha brought their mother closer to the pack, they had not relinquished her. They would never allow that; it would tear their mother apart, and they would never harm her.

They should have been able to feel her, to connect with her, and to see her as part of their very being. But instead, there was a barrier, a dark force blocking their sight. Only one thing in their world could accomplish such a feat—a series of copper-binding stones embedded beneath the skin, designed to suppress her powers and prevent her from shifting.

This was the truth that Remi had sensed when she felt that connection to her mother. The moment they drew close enough to reach out, Remi had taken control, driven by the primal urge to protect their mother. The intensity of that instinct had overwhelmed her, and she had lost control.

“Shift us back, Remi. You’ll get your chance for revenge,” Wynta urged, her voice a soft yet firm plea. “Settle down; we will see her soon.” And they would. Wynta could now feel the pulse of her mother through their kin bond. Remi had seemed dormant, indifferent to the approaching meeting, but now Wynta realized that her beast possessed a will of its own, capable of acting independently of her.

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