He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 2

Alpha Edward

Wynta was an interesting creature that pricked his full curiosity. She’d walked into this room and looked at each of them, not frowned, but her mouth had turned to a thin line that denoted annoyance to him. He’d wondered if she thought coming in here with a rogue status would see them turn her away.

It wasn’t how he worked; though as he looked at her, his wolf, Rhodes, picked up that she wasn’t just a rogue but that she was also without a wolf. He personally didn’t like calling any of them wolf-less. Because most of the time they actually weren’t wolf-less. They just needed the right set of circumstances for their wolf to be granted to them or to come forth.

Many without wolf had to find a Mate and be marked and claimed before their wolf was granted to them. He put it down to their Goddess, seeing if the one to scent them out, was worthy of the one without wolf.

Most in this world failed that test by rejecting the one without wolf. Something they would usually come to regret later in life; when they either never got gifted another for themselves, or they saw their rejected so-called wolf-less Mate happy and mated, had gotten a wolf at some point after rejecting them.

Other times it just weighed on them, when the one without wolf simply accepted the rejection unquestioningly, almost knowingly, that it was going to happen. They were simply resigned to their fate of being rejected, simply because they were seen by those in the pack they belonged to as useless or weak.

He knew it wasn’t actually the case at all; 95% of the time, the one without wolf was often much stronger than anyone knew they could be. Because they had to put up with things inside their own packs from other wolves who thought they were better than the so-called wolf-less; so they treated them like garbage.

Which intern made the majority of those without wolves, mentally stronger than even Alpha wolves at times. He’d also noted over the years that like 7 out of 10 of those that were female without wolf were mated to Alpha Wolves. It was he believed their Goddess testing them and, like 5 of those Alphas out of the 7, would fail the test.

Now here sitting before him was a very beautiful she-wolf; and that was how he saw her, as a she-wolf. She had, at some point in her life, turned herself rogue to leave a pack he suspected. Those that were banished kind of had an omega feel to him where they thought they weren’t worthy of the wolfen kind, likely because that was not only how they were treated, but been told that’s what they were.

This she-wolf he felt wasn’t like that, she didn’t even seem to really care that she was sitting before an Alpha and his unit. Had that full rogue mentality of ‘I don’t have to do what you want, and you can’t make me.’ that would depend on how long she’d been a rogue and how good her instincts were.

He wondered if she’d been treated terribly or just hadn’t felt like she belonged inside her pack. He couldn’t pick up any venom in her, so she’d never been marked and mated by any wolf, though that attitude he was seeing was indicative to him of a would-be Luna or high ranking member.

Asking her even politely got him nowhere, which meant that either Ms Wynta Morgan had no inclination to discuss her current status with him, or she didn’t want to be initiated into a pack at all. He wondered just how long she’d been a rogue all alone in the world. Though he could hazard a guess from her uncaring demeanor that it was a fair while, years at the least.

He was watching her mannerisms. There was nothing out of the ordinary. She sat without fidgeting in that chair and held direct eye contact, though he didn’t think she wasn’t alert to be on the move if any of them suddenly got up and tried to snag her. She simply wasn’t afraid to be in this room with them.

All he got from her was her annoyance at him and his lack of asking her interview questions, which told him she did actually need this job. Most rogues did need human jobs to survive and she was no different. He watched her just get up and leave the room, went so far as to show them she didn’t care what their rank was by thanking them for wasting her time.

He smiled to himself after that door closed. “Oh, I like her.” he chuckled softly.

Ernesto, his Beta, looked right at his amusement and stated, “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking.”

“Oh, but Ernesto, I am.” He nodded and heard his entire unit laugh. “It can’t hurt.” He smiled to himself now. “That lovely,” and she was stunning. “Very stubborn she-wolf, might well be a good match for my very arrogant eldest son.” He chuckled “I bet Wynta Morgan will have no issue in giving him a piece of her mind, do it without batting an eyelid.” He nodded. She was just what that arrogant boy of his needed, a strong, unyielding she-wolf at his side.

“You know Edward, Jared is not going to want to hear it,” his Gamma, Chester murmured. “Though I agree with you, she does seem to fit the bill of stubborn and uncaring, didn’t have a single concern about offending you or any of us at all.”

“I know, I like that, and what harm can it do to put that boy of mine in a room with her on a full moon? None is what.” He smiled at them all and turned to his Beta, “Ernesto, go bring that girl to my office. She’ll need to be brought into the pack. So when Jared comes home, she’s back to pack mentality and not rogue mentality.”

Jared had been seven, but all of his sons had been born by then, and that band the Alpha Council had created to stop fake bonds to other Alpha children saw him find a way to get exactly what he wanted. No way to lie about scenting out a Goddess-Gifted Mate.

His four sons, Jared, Ethan, Colby and Lance all wore those bands, as had his three daughters, Elizabetha, Francine and Sophie. Though his daughters were all mated off now and it was just his sons that couldn’t seem to find Mates.

This was what prevented them from gaining the seat of Alpha by deception, because only a Goddess-Gifted pair could run the pack. There were also two other rules he’d put in place, 1 they couldn’t take the seat until they were 100 or more, and they had to have produced at least one heir as well.

It was anyone’s guess as to who would get the pack, because if they all made it past 100 without finding a Mate, it would be the first one of them to do so and then produce that heir. It kept them all equal, and those bands couldn’t be fooled. Also stopped them from killing each other for the seat of Alpha, by alerting him and his entire unit if one of them was under threat from another and added thing he’d asked for, and had been added to those bands.

He also had four more bands, so there would be no fooling him on the she-wolf. If one of his sons scented out a Mate a band would be put on the she-wolf to confirm it was who his son claimed it to be. He’d covered all the basics of protecting his sons and giving them all equal rights to ascension to the seat of Alpha to his pack.

“Boss, how are you going to get Jared home from Europe?” Luther, his Delta asked curiously.

“There is no rush for it to happen right away. I need that lovely young she-wolf to settle into pack life for now… I’ll just let her work quietly away until a natural solution to the problem appears.”

“He won’t claim her if she’s not his Goddess-Gifted, you know that,” Chester stated.

“I do,” Edward agreed. “I’m not trying to force him or her together. She will present as a challenge to him and pique his interest and I want to see what he does with that. She’ll refuse his attentions if, as I suspect, she was rejected by another Alpha, and he’ll not understand why she doesn’t fall at his feet.” He smiled. “That’s all I want for now.”