He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 135

Jared

He watched as Wynta reached out and touched her mother’s face, so gentle, it was almost as if she didn’t want to shatter the woman before her, almost as if she thought she wasn’t real and the moment she touched her, she’d vanish away in the blink of an eye.

Wynta stood staring at her mother, and he could actually see the love in not only Wynta for her mother, but from her mother to her daughter, a child she’d sent away and likely not seen with her own eyes for 32 years. It was possible he thought that maybe she had seen her with her gift. He didn’t know.

Equally plausible was the idea that she had deliberately chosen not to seek her daughter out. By doing so, she could avoid the painful obligation of describing her child to that Alpha, the very man who had torn them apart. The way she scrutinized Wynta, as if memorizing every detail, suggested to him that this was the first time she was truly seeing the woman her daughter had become.

Then, in a heartbeat, everything shifted. He watched in awe as Wynta and Remi pivoted to confront Dorian. It was as if they had anticipated his next move, a silent warning flashing between them. Before Jared could process what was happening, they sprang into action, a blur of motion as they positioned themselves protectively between Dorian and their mother.

With incredible speed, they seized Dorian’s forearm, the one closest to her mother. Jared’s breath caught in his throat as he witnessed Wynta’s raw power unleashed. In a swift, brutal motion, she snapped Dorian’s arm with an intensity that resonated throughout the clearing. The sickening sound of bones fracturing echoed in his ears, followed by a roar of agony from the Alpha.

Jared stood frozen, almost unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him. He watched in disbelief as Wynta not only broke Dorian’s arm but severed his hand entirely, letting it dangle lifelessly at her mother’s side. In that moment, she had liberated her mother from the clutches of that Alpha in the most excruciating way possible.

With a fierce growl, she turned to Dorian, her fury palpable. “You dare try to harm her?” The weight of her words hit Jared like a physical blow. It was clear that she had seen something—some threat to her mother—and her reaction was instantaneous. She had acted decisively, stopping Dorian before he could inflict any harm.

Dorian was sent hurtling backward, crashing to the ground and rolling multiple times, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The speed of the attack left everyone, including Jared, reeling in shock. He had no inkling of what Wynta had witnessed, but it was evident that whatever it was, it had ignited a fire within her.

It reminded him of the way she had reacted in his father’s office, a primal instinct driving her to achieve the outcome she desired. At that moment, it was clear to him that her sole purpose was to protect her mother. Dorian had been a threat, perhaps even a killer, and Wynta would not allow that to happen—not when she had just reunited with her mother after so long.

He took a cautious step toward her, but she was already facing Dorian’s unit, her Alpha aura radiating with a fierce intensity. In mere seconds, she had decimated their Alpha, showcasing her strength not just to him but to everyone present.

As she brushed past her mother, she declared, “You move, you die.” The cold, calm certainty in her voice sent a shiver down Jared’s spine. “I’m faster, stronger, and I can predict your every move,” she warned, her confidence unwavering. “Try me and see what happens.”

He watched as the three men before her froze, their expressions a blend of disbelief and fear. He imagined they could see the flickers of red in her eyes, the same fiery hue he had witnessed earlier that day when she was consumed by rage.

He instinctively reached out to comfort her, but her mother placed a gentle hand on his arm, shaking her head softly. “She doesn’t need anybody right now,” she murmured, her voice laced with concern. “It’s not something she can control; it’s a defense mechanism to protect herself and those she loves.” She tilted her head, offering him a faint smile. “Took you long enough to come home, son.”

Jared blinked in surprise at her words, realizing that she might have foreseen his arrival as well. His attention was suddenly pulled to the movement around them.updated by jobnib.com Wolves were emerging from the shadows of the surrounding forest, clad in the blue uniforms of the Wolfen Council. Larissa had not come alone; she had anticipated a confrontation of some kind.

His father had kept him in the dark, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Larissa had informed him of the impending chaos. It seemed unlikely, as he detected no scent of the Council members—an indication that they had infiltrated the pack and remained hidden until now. How long had they been lurking in the shadows?

He remained rooted in place, obeying Wynta’s unspoken command not to interfere. He had no idea if she was in control of her abilities or if her instincts might turn her against anyone who dared to approach her. The three men were swiftly subdued by the warriors of the Wolfen Council, and Wynta turned back to her mother, her expression shifting from anger to concern as she surveyed the severed arm still tethered to her mother.

Displeasure etched on her face, she gestured for him and her mother to step back. “Incoming,” she warned, placing her hands over her ears.

Jared understood immediately; the portal from the kingdom was about to open. She was right—within thirty seconds, the air around them began to hum with energy, and then a loud crack reverberated through the air, rattling the windows of the packhouse.

His own beast snarled in response to the pain that pierced his wolfen hearing, leaving a ringing sensation in his ears. He turned to see Hera, the leader of the Royal Coven, stepping through the shimmering portal, flanked by two witches and several royal seers.

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