He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 21

Wynta

She’d been returned to her apartment after being discharged, and she’d had a pack physio therapist sent to her every four days, to help with the healing and stability of her knee. Edward had told her two weeks off work minimum, and insisted on her not being able to return until all her bruising was completely gone.

He’d also had her assessed as she’d walked to the office from her apartment, to make sure she could do the walk. It wasn’t so bad if she took it easy, and as long as she wore her knee brace she could manage it without too much trouble. She wasn’t yet allowed to take if off anyway, and still had to have physio, though that was now down to just once a week. That was likely to still happen for a few months, she’d been told after the assessment of her injury.

She’d not argued about that, it still caused her pain all the time. Even just trying to sleep was hard, rolling over in bed was almost a tearful event, and she was on painkillers at night to try and get proper sleep. But a slow, steady walk from her place to the office, that was pretty flat compared to other parts of the city and manageable.

She’d walked into her office this morning, and her whole team had looked at her and smiled, asked how she was doing. She’d told them she was alright, just had a sore knee was all. She’d sat down at her desk, and frowned when she realized the chair was higher than it normally would be.

She organized a meeting with her team so she could see what they were all up to and what she had missed. When she looked about her office and saw there were notes on her pinboard not in her handwriting, she got up and walked over there to read them.

Tallah walked over to her. “Edward brought in a replacement supervisor for while you were off sick.” She nodded. “His name is Dwane, apparently he’s the Head of Marketing in the European Division of Hayes Industries.”

She sighed internally to herself but asked, “Did he change much?” If he was the head of the marking department, she’d have to take anything he did into account as well as his notes and ideas.

“There was an adjustment period,” Tallah nodded. “He’s… well, I guess very pushy in getting what he wants. We had to kind of remind him he wasn’t in Europe a few times, and that some of the strategies he was trying to employ wouldn’t work here in the U.S. that we do things a bit differently.” She shook her head a little.

“How’d that go down?” she asked curiously.

“So–so. We’re glad to have you back. He kind of barked orders at us all the time.”

That made her snort, “Used to getting what he wants, in other words, and no push back.” She nodded.

“Yeah, he snapped at us once, “Are you deaf?” And then kind of checked himself and apologized. Something about we didn’t hear him asking for something specific, but he didn’t ask any of us. There was a discussion over lunch about it. He hadn’t even come out of your office all morning. It was odd.” She shook her head. “He’s odd, nice looking but odd.”

Wynta nodded and could only guess he worked in an office full of wolves, back in Europe, and those that worked for him likely kept their ears open for his orders at all times. So him not calling out or getting up and asking her team for something, meant they didn’t hear him. When in his natural environment, every verbal request from his office was likely met by one employee or another.

Though why he was seated in her office she didn’t know, and why hadn’t he gone back to Europe? Those four wolves had only come home for the Luna Ceremony. She knew Jared and his unit did not live here in the States. They should have gone back by now.

She let it go and moved on with her day, only to be called to a meeting with Jared himself. Apparently he had an office here now, up on the 10th floor. She had no idea what it was for, and it was just a request to come and see him a few minutes before she knocked off.

Wynta didn’t rush to go up there. Her staff were still in the office but packing up when she took herself to have that meeting. His secretary, a she–wolf named Stacey, looked at her and frowned for a moment after realizing she was a rogue, so she introduced herself, “Ms Wynta Morgan, I was requested to come and see Mr Hayes.”

“Oh.” She nodded, and her eyes glazed over for a few seconds. “It’ll be a few minutes; he’s on the phone. Take a seat over there.” she was told as Stacey turned back to her work and pointed at a chair.

Wynta looked at her watch. “I clock out in seven minutes, if he’s still on the phone then, I’ll take my leave, and he can reschedule it.” she stated as she sat down.

“You can’t have him reschedule appointments around one like you,” Stacey told her in a matter–of–fact tone. “He’s an Alpha, and you’re just a rogue.” She shook her head as I was dismayed that Wynta would even state that.

Wynta nodded, “Yes, I am, and I don’t have to comply with pack rules or protocols, because I don’t have to answer to any Alpha. Not even yours. Mr Hayes already knows this,” she stated, and saw Stacy blink at her casually worded come back. And then go to say something only to have Jared step out of his office, and she snapped her mouth closed in response to seeing.

“Would you like to state it anyway?” Wynta asked her as she got up from her chair. “I won’t take offense to it, I don’t care what you think of me or my rogue status.”

“What is going on?” Jared asked, looking from her to his secretary and back.

“Nothing Alpha, Ms Morgan took my words wrong is all.” She bowed her head by way of apology.

He nodded. “Wynta, please come in, how’s your knee today?” he asked, and she saw Stacey’s jaw tighten at the familiarity of his words. “Stacey, you’ll stay back, and we’ll discuss your attitude after Wynta leaves.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Stacey murmured.

Wynta nearly laughed but didn’t. That was exactly what she didn’t have to do: bow her head and apologize, be subservient, if she thought she’d offended an Alpha. “What did you want to see me for Mr Hayes?” she asked as she walked passed by him, not even addressing him as an Alpha like the wolves of his pack had to.

“Have a seat.” He waved her to the one across from his own. He had a nice view of the city from up here.

“Why? Is it going to be a long discussion, I clock off in.” She looked at her watch, “Five minutes now.”

“Still difficult I see,” he stated, and she picked up a bit of annoyance from him.

“Some things never change.” She nodded. “What did you want to see me for?” She repeated herself as she watched him open a closet and get out a dress bag. He walked over and opened it for her to see. “I asked you to come, so I can give you a replacement for the dress you were wearing that got ruined. I feel that was on me. So, I bought a replacement for it.”

She looked at the dress, it was the same one, even the same color, but she didn’t need nor want him to replace it. That could be seen as her accepting a gift from him, and maybe he could twist that into her owing him something in return.

“There was no need for you to do that. It’s just a dress. Give that to someone who will appreciate it,” she shook her head no.

He frowned instantly. “I owe you one dress, so here it is. Please take it,” he stated as he zipped up the bag and held it out to her.

“No, thank you, Mr Hayes, but if that is all you asked me to come here for, I’ll be going.” She told him and turned for the door.

“Are you so rude that you won’t accept my apology gift to you?” he grated out.

She smiled at him. “Hmm, an apology gift? I don’t think that is what this is. I dare say your father told you to replace it, and gifts from Alpha bloods… they often come with strings attached, so again, no thank you. Feel free to gift it to another or just return it to the store for a full refund.” She nodded to him and walked to the door.

He didn’t stop her, but she could feel his eyes on her the entire way, and she had a feeling he was more than a little unhappy that she wouldn’t accept his gift. It wasn’t likely many would turn down a gift from an Alpha, but she knew his father was quite the devious man, and she didn’t think his sons would be any different.

They’d grown up in his presence and knew how to do things that likely seemed polite to most around them, but were only doing so, just so they could get their own way, and still look like a gentleman or trying to in her case. She could see through that.

The elevator door opened, and she saw Carlotti standing in there, she stood and waited for her to get out of the lift, as was the custom, people exiting before entering, and the she–wolf stepped out and waved a hand about her as if she was dispelling an awful smell. “What is that smell?” she muttered.

Wynta ignored it and got in the elevator to go home. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, and likely wasn’t going to be the last time either. She didn’t care about that she–wolf and her thoughts, she didn’t even make her own way in the world, just hung of Ernesto and had an allowance. She was just a spoiled, entitled she–wolf that thought the sun shined out of her ass.

One day, that she–wolf could find herself on the receiving end of a ranked member from another pack that she’d offended or a Mate that didn’t like her attitude, and she’d get her ass kicked, or rejected and have no one to blame but herself. But knowing Carlotti, she’d find a way to blame it all on someone else.

Wynta would likely laugh when she heard about it. Karma was a b***h to the right people, wolfen or human alike. Carlotti would get her comeuppance in due time.