He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 18

He stood just outside Wynta’s hospital room doorway. Both her roommates had been sent off for some likely unnecessary test to have the room vacant, so no one was about to see what was going on with her. The nurse had gone with one of the patients and her doctor had told her he’d see Wynta Morgan to the transfer vehicle.

It had taken some organizing and a full donation to the hospital of a portable CT scanner and a portable MRI machine, both things that could be used in the Emergency department of this very hospital, and he’d stood there with the hospital director, and she’d pointed out which ones she wanted donated as well.

Both of them were top of the line and cost a million dollars, and he’d had to let that woman check Cedar Rapid’s legitimacy as well, to make sure they weren’t just k********g the woman they wanted to take from the hospital, who was at this point out right refusing to go at all, and had asked for security to be called to have them removed.

Once she’d seen who it belonged to, Edward Hayes, of Cedar Rapid Industries, and that Jared had proved Wynta Morgan was on the company payroll, had been for five years, and he’d explained to her that he had unintentionally insulted the woman to the point that she wouldn’t have anything to do with him and that was why she was so resistant to going anywhere with him.

He’d also proved who he was, and that he wasn’t trying to harm her, just having her brought into the company’s private hospital was all. She’d agreed, was a bit unhappy about the method of sedating her to get her to go. That was why the donation of these two pieces of equipment to this hospital was being done.

The moment Wynta was out cold in that bed, he and Dwane had stepped into the room, and the human doctor had sighed heavily, and left as Dwane had picked her up from the bed and put her in the waiting wheelchair. He’d even draped a blanket over her, and they’d walked from the hospital.

She’d been put in his car because his father’s words rang in his ears, don’t you come back without her. To him, that meant he personally had to bring her into the pack. He’d watched Dwane take the wheelchair back but kept the blanket. Considering how much it had cost him to have her transferred, he didn’t think one blanket was going to be an issue.

Gordon had sighed a little. “So very stubborn.”

“How long will she be out?” Jared asked as he waited for Dwane to come back.

“Four or five hours likely,” he was informed.

“Doc, take my car and head back,” Dwane stated as he came over. “I’ll drive them back in Jared’s. My car is over there.” He pointed it out.

“Alright, just be careful of her surgical wound. It’s still got stitches, they won’t come out for another three to five days. Right to the hospital, I’ll call and organize a private room for her. I don’t think she’s going to be in a good mood when she wakes up, understood what was happening before she was out fully.”

Jared nodded as he gave his keys to Dwane and got in the back seat himself. He reached over and clipped her in and they were off. Though she was completely unconscious and every turn of the road kind of saw her just lolling about in the car, he had to reach out and put a hand on her a few times to stop her from toppling on him.

After the third time he heard her head connecting with the window, he muttered “Pull over, Dwane, we have to fix this, or she’s going have more injuries, and I’ll take a beating for that for certain.” He pulled his jacket off and rolled it up and placed it between her head and the window and tried to adjust her body so that it wouldn’t move about too much, but there was no muscle tone or automatic response to movement due to her unconscious state, and he huffed as she was tilted towards him once more, and he had to reach out and stop her from falling again.

“I see now why patient transport is down on a gurney and strapped down.” He muttered as Dwane turned a corner.

“Just move over next to her and let her body lean on yours. That will likely solve the issue back there,” Dwane told him. But he could hear the clear amusement in his Beta’s voice.

He shook his head as he looked at him and saw he was smiling away in the front seat. He thought it was very amusing. “It’s not like it’s a chore, Jared. That she–wolf is very easy on the eyes, even with a few scrapes and bruises to her face, she’s still pretty as picture.”

He had to admit she was at that. He’d noticed it when checking her company portfolio, and he didn’t even know if she’d been wearing make–up in that picture. If she had been, it was the bare minimum. Then, when he’d picked her up that night for the Luna Ceremony, she’d had full make–up on and her hair was done nicely.

She had clear hazel green eyes that always looked at him directly, and without fear or that pack mentality that she shouldn’t stare at him openly, look yes but stare no, staring at an Alpha wolf the way she did. It could be seen as a direct challenge. She didn’t care about that at all, and that was the rogue part of her

He shifted himself into the middle of the car and sat right next to her, only to realize she was tiny next to him, she’d been wearing heels the other day but now sitting with him, she wasn’t exactly what he would call short, but it was how small of frame she was that had his attention. It was unlikely this girl worked out at all.

She, as the wolf–less didn’t have the muscle tone of most she–wolves, she had looked healthy the other night. That thought made him sigh heavily and pull his phone out.

“What is it, Jared?” Dwane asked.

“I owe this girl an evening dress and shoes. When I was in her apartment, her wardrobe was open and all I saw in there were suits and a few pairs of jeans. Likely she had to go and actually buy that dress.”

“Do you even know where it came from?” Dwane asked with a bit of a chuckle.

“Shut it, and yes I do. I saw the dress bag logo,” he muttered, and he had. He tracked the designer down and scrolled through the dresses. After putting in the color, it only took him 30 minutes to find it. He looked her over and estimated her dress size. That was actually something he was good at doing.

“Buying a dress for a she–wolf that will make your father happy,” Dwane snorted.

“Shut it.” he muttered. “I often by dresses for those that escort me to functions in Paris. It’s no big deal.”

“No, you rent outfits for them to wear and be seen on your arm, the dress is returned to the store, and the girl doesn’t get to keep it. This is not that. You’re buying a dress with the intent of giving it to her to keep. Your dad will likely clap you right on the back and think you like the girl he’s trying to set you up with.”

“Goddess help me,” he muttered, knowing that his Beta was actually right. It wouldn’t be the first time his father had tried to set him up with a she–wolf. He didn’t expect Jared to mark and mate them. He just wanted for him to be seen as in a stable relationship, not a permanent bachelor with a different girl on his arm all the time.

But for Jared, a different girl on his arm all the time showed those she–wolves that he wasn’t about to settle down with one of them. That and they all had to sign a contract to state they were just escorting him, and they would not cling on to him after the date was over. That they understood he was waiting on his Goddess–Gifted Mate that unless they were that, he wouldn’t be marking and mating them.

Only one had tried to convince him she was his Mate, and he’d looked right at her and then held up that band on his wrist and stated, “When this mating bond band glows, and I scent you out, then I will believe it.‘ She’d glared at him and stalked off away from him. He would not be coerced and had that pack rule to abide by.

Though he’d already come to the conclusion that if one of his brothers got the seat he’d look for a she–wolf to take as a Chosen Mate, he didn’t particularly like having a constant string of she–wolves coming and going from his bed.

Most wolves got over that by the time they were his age and were ready to settle down. Most just stopped f*****g around at about 40 or 50 years old, they were actually maternal creatures by heart, and craved to have a Mate that would make them feel whole. He knew that was what his father was doing when he tried to make him date someone.

Seeing him feel settled and happy, but being an Alpha wolf and dating the same she–wolf or even human for years, that she–wolf or human was going to get the impression she was going to be his wife or Chosen Mate at some point.

Then if he did happen to come across his Goddess–Gifted when in a long–term relationship with another, that could well see things get ugly between his lover and his Goddess–Gifted, so no, he wouldn’t be doing something like that. It was just plain stupid in his eyes.