He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 136

Wynta

Wynta didn’t want to say yes, but another part of her kind of wanted to at the same time, it wasn’t the woman asking that bothered her. It was that Matriarch behind her that bothered her. She wasn’t really human anymore, just something that only cared about the purity of the blood witch line and nothing more.

She looked at her mother, who smiled at her. “So very stubborn.” She murmured softly.

“What is your name?” Wynta asked. They didn’t even know what it was, couldn’t really read the woman properly.

“Avetta is my true name. Though he calls me Avery. My mother named me before she died, I recall that,” her mother told her.

She thought it was a pretty name. No longer would she ever have to go by Avery, only by her true name. Turning to face her mother, she stepped closer, noting the slight difference in their heights and builds. Avetta was a bit shorter and more delicate, likely a testament to the hardships she had endured. “I want the pack doctor to look over you,” Wynta insisted, concern lacing her words.

“My wounds are old, my daughter,” Avetta replied, shaking her head gently. She reached out, her fingers brushing Wynta’s cheek with a tenderness that sent warmth coursing through her. “All I desire at this moment is to embrace my child. Will you allow me that?”

A smile broke free on Wynta’s lips as she nodded, wrapping her arms around her mother and pulling her into a tight embrace. The world around them faded away, and she felt Remi purring softly, a low rumble of affection resonating in her chest. “Mother,” he voiced, his gravelly tone a comforting presence. They held each other close, savoring the moment.

For what felt like an eternity, Wynta stood there, eyes shut, enveloped in the warmth of the woman who had made the ultimate sacrifice to save her from a life she could only fathom through nightmares. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her mother gently pulled away, her gaze searching. “Hera, is it?” she asked, her tone shifting to something more serious.

“It is,” Hera replied. “At your service.”

“I carry a dozen binding stones within my body. I would be immensely grateful if you could remove them. They must be extracted in the order they were inserted, or it will be fatal for me… however, I was not fully conscious when they were placed,” Avetta explained, the weight of her words heavy in the air. “He did that on purpose, to ensure I could not rid myself of them.”

“Alright, but to do that…” Hera paused, her brow furrowing in thought.

“I can do it,” Avetta interjected, her voice steady. “I can see everything. Even if you were unconscious, your blood will remember the pain of their presence.” Her voice was devoid of warmth, chilling in its clarity.

“I don’t trust her,” Wynta declared, a protective instinct flaring within her. “She seeks to sever our ties to the lineage.”

“She can’t. I forbade it, despite her position as the Royal Seer Matriarch. I hold the reins of control over her, and I can decree her death if necessary. Should she attempt any treachery, I will foresee it and keep my focus solely on her and her actions. Will that suffice for you, witchling?”

Wynta contemplated this for a long moment, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with Hera. “No, but your seers are present. They can extract it from that Alpha, right?”

“Yes,” Hera affirmed, tilting her head slightly. “I would like to understand who you truly are. This knowledge will allow me to protect you more effectively, even from the kingdom. The king and queen of the wolfen realm have already consented to this.”

Wynta’s mind raced as she considered her options. Her eyes flicked to the matriarch before returning to Hera. “You’ll need a drop of my blood for that. I trust you won’t misuse it. I will only permit it for you to see me and my essence—nothing more, nothing less. It must be given freely and willingly. That is the law for blood usage by the royal coven. Do you agree to these terms?” Hera asked, her gaze penetrating.

“Yes, as long as that protection extends to Avetta as well,” Wynta replied, her resolve firm.

At Hera’s nod, Wynta drew one of her claws across her skin, allowing a single drop of crimson to form. She extended her hand, offering it to Hera. Wynta watched, entranced, as the drop lifted from her skin and floated toward Hera’s awaiting palm. The witch pressed it to her lips, and for several agonizing moments, Wynta witnessed Hera’s eyes turn completely white, an eerie contrast to her usual vibrant gaze.

“I see you are a new hybrid; I shall keep this knowledge to those who need to know, specifically the blood witch matriarch,” Hera stated, her voice a mix of awe and authority. She turned to the woman behind her. “Nyx is her name; I must inform her. Once she grasps the truth, she will record it and allow you to be.”

“You are something they have long anticipated. I also need to convey this information to the Wolfen King. I am bound to him regarding matters of this nature, yet I can see you pose no threat to him or anyone, unless they intend to harm you or your loved ones,” Hera continued, her tone grave.

Wynta shifted her gaze to Nyx, who approached with a calculated grace. When Hera gestured for her to come closer, Nyx reached out, placing her hand on Hera’s head. Wynta noticed the way Hera’s jaw tightened, a clear indication that Nyx was delving into her thoughts, much like Dorian had done before.

After what felt like an eternity, Nyx released her hold on Hera and turned her attention to Wynta. Her lips pressed into a tight line, and for a fleeting moment, Wynta thought she saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. But just as quickly, Nyx turned and walked away, disappearing through a portal back to the wolfen realm without uttering a single word.

“She accepts what I saw, what you are. She will document it in the bloodline, though I sense her dissatisfaction. Not due to your nature, but because she now realizes that the only way to create what you embody is through the blending of bloodlines—a concept they have stubbornly resisted for centuries, rejecting their own Goddess-Gifted,” Hera lamented, shaking her head. “It’s best we attend to business within the pack hospital; we can await the seers to extract the information from that Alpha there.”

Avetta nodded in agreement, and Wynta turned to Edward, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Can we?”

“Of course, my child,” he replied, a warm smile illuminating his face. “There’s no need to ask; this pack will one day belong to you and Jared, I believe. You two are now first in line for the pack.”

Wynta’s gaze shifted to Jared, who grinned back at her. “He’ll make the announcement, and our bands can come off. Then, sweetheart, I’m going to mark and mate the hell out of you.”

Wynta rolled her eyes playfully. “And what if I still wish to wait until the full moon?” she challenged, even as her mother snorted in amusement.

“A real handful, even your birth was difficult. Bleeding you was just as challenging. Your will is too strong, my child. Sometimes, one must know when to submit,” Avetta remarked, a hint of pride in her voice.

“I can’t read him,” Wynta stated, her brow furrowing in frustration.

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