He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 48

Wynta

Wynta spent the night tossing and turning, and once again she felt tired when her alarm went off, and she actually hit the snooze button, every noise that had filtered through the walls of her apartment, had interrupted her sleep, seeing as she was alert to Jared strolling into this apartment anytime he felt like it.

Though she had stubbornly refused to change her sleeping habits because of that man, she told herself she was just being paranoid, that he wanted her to feel that way, he was toying with her. So she had steadfastly refused to get up and put something on, even though a part of her thought wearing panties to bed might save her, another part of her told her it wouldn’t work, not after what had happened inside his office.

She knew deep down he was just playing a game of who can torment the other the most, and she was paranoid, because that’s what he wanted from her, to give her a restless sleepless night where she bloody thought about him and struggled to fall asleep. Which he bloody had done, she was going to pay that man back in kind.

But that extra 20 minutes of sleep did help, knowing she didn’t have to walk to work and would be picked up, meant 20 more minutes of desperately needed sleep. She got up and made coffee, stood and drank it, while leaning on the counter, before making toast for breakfast and then brushing her teeth and doing her make–up.

She walked back into her bedroom and pulled open the closet door and reached for a suit, only to come to a complete halt as her eyes moved over the clothes in there. They were not hers. She kind of just stood there uncomprehending for several long minutes, as she moved through them, and then it dawned on her as she really looked at them.

They were all the same brand, a high–end boutique. The tags, though, had all been removed that annoyed her, but each one was in her size. Jared had not only had her door lock changed, he’d been inside her apartment, her eyes moved to the shoes at the bottom and all neatly lined up, there were all small one–inch high heels, two were open–toed, two were pixie boot style, two were kind of strappy and one was a pair of calf–length black boots.

What the hell was the man doing? Buying her clothes and fitting out her wardrobe, she shook her head and pushed them all aside to look for her own clothes and found there were none. She opened the other door and only her casual street wear was there. Had he just tossed all her old clothes out? Was that Alpha f*****g insane?

She had several meetings today and couldn’t just turn up to the office in jeans and tee–shirts. She glanced at her watch and huffed as she saw she didn’t have time to go and buy something that would suit her, let alone have the time to go and do that, and make it back to her office on time.

She was definitely going to pay him back and today at that. She looked at all the outfits and wondered which one was the most sedate of them. That black one was to make her stand out and she knew it. The red one, though she liked it, was a bit too bold for her, that aqua–colored one? What the hell was that!

The soft pink one wasn’t too bad, but that split up the skirt bothered her. The two grey suits weren’t too bad. The two blue dresses were quite formal and would be okay for the office, but that soft grey one, hell no, that was an evening dress. She could see he’d obviously put thought into what he’d purchased, tried to make it work–wear. But why did he do it? She couldn’t fathom that at all.

She pulled the grey suit out and paired it with a simple white blouse of her own, and stood looking at herself in the mirror. The skirt only came to just below the mid–thigh area. It wasn’t so short, she was concerned about it, but it dawned on her as she looked at those outfits.

Not one of them were pants.

“Oh you bastard.” She muttered to herself as she realized what this was. After thinking about what happened in his office yesterday, it would be more fun for him and the things he could do to her if she wore a skirt.

“Fine, you want to play,” she muttered as she got that text from Kyan to tell her he was out front.

She slipped on a pair of those heels, pulled her hair from its braid and parted it down the side. “I’ll freaking own it,” she told herself, grabbed her handbag and was gone from the apartment.

She smiled at Kyan, “Morning.” She stated cheerily as though she wasn’t tired at all, she had a feeling he was reporting back to Jared.

“Morning ma’am.” He smiled at her as he opened the door for her.

“Please Kyan, call me Wynta.” She smiled at him as she got into the car.

“Yes, Wynta. Though Jared did state I was to call you ma’am,” he told her as he closed the door.

She smiled to herself. Did he now she waited for Kyan to get into the car and stated, “That’s because he and I don’t get along, and I’m not interested in being informal with him. You, however, seem very nice, so please call me Wynta. Let’s be friends, Kyan. To prove it, why don’t we stop, and I’ll buy you coffee on the way.”

He chuckled softly “Yes, ma’am, I mean Wynta.”

He did pull up at a café, and she got out of the car after finding out just what he would like to go and get it.

She got out of the car at the office to find Jared just pulling up himself, and narrowed her eyes on that man. She got out of the car by herself, sipped on her coffee and leaned down to smile at Kyan, “Thank you for picking me up, and the coffee.” She winked right at him. “I’ll see you this afternoon, would you like to get dinner seeing as you’ll be on duty.”

She saw his eyes move to where she knew Jared was standing with his unit. “If you’re intending to eat out, Wynta, I’ll have to be there with you. So, yes, would you like me to book something.”

“No, I’ll do that.” She smiled and stepped back from the car, she turned and headed for the office. She smiled at Jared and his men. “Good morning.” She greeted them all with a happy friendly smile, and moved on into the building as though the outfit she was wearing was just something she’d bought herself.

As if she was uncaring of why it had suddenly turned up in her wardrobe or who had put it there. She walked into the building and was flagged by the front desk, “Ms Morgan, I have a delivery for you.”

“Alright.” She nodded and stepped over there only to have the woman pick up and place a vase of daffodils on the top of the desk, Wynta frowned right at them.

“They were delivered this morning before we were open,” she was informed. “There was no card though. Just a message from the delivery man.”

“Which was.” She murmured as she stared at them.

“You’d know who they were from.”

“Right. Well, you can keep them. I don’t accept flowers from strangers,” She stated and walked off, leaving them there. Though that one thing told her all she needed to know. Nolan had tracked her down and not only did he know where she lived, but also where she worked.

When they’d first started going out, he’d always given her the pack’s flower as a gift for her to have in her room. Though after what he and Yale had tried to do to her, she could now look at those flowers and know exactly what they had meant. Nothing, he’d just picked them and given them to her because they grew freely inside the pack’s garden. It cost him nothing to give her those, because she wasn’t worthy of him spending a cent on her.

She’d not seen it like that, of course; while they’d been together, she had thought it was a sweet gesture that meant he’d gone out of his way to pick the flowers himself for her. When in all likelihood he never actually had. Flowers from that man meant absolutely nothing to her.

She stood and waited with the others at the elevator to go upstairs and found a hand curled around her arm and she was pulled over to the express elevator. She didn’t even argue with it, she knew it was Jared without even looking to see who it was. Just walked and got in when it opened and sipped her coffee.

“That is a very bold statement to make,” Jared commented.

“What is?” she asked in return casually.

“The flowers, Wynta, they are the pack scent of that warrior, and I’m guessing now the Alpha and his unit you came across on the weekend.

“How would I know? I can’t smell that.” She shrugged it off and leaned on the wall, to look at him. They weren’t alone in here, his entire unit was in this lift with them.

“I told you what it was yesterday.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “That you did, I didn’t put the two together.” She shrugged and sipped her coffee once more. “Where are we going? I have a meeting in 15 minutes,” She told him.

“The receptionist stated you’d know who they were from.” Jared pushed, telling her he’d not only seen them but had actively listened to the conversation as well.

“Hmm, I guess they were wrong.” She shrugged, and the elevator opened on her floor, and she frowned, as she realized something. Although there were no buttons in here, this elevator actually did have access to all the floors. “How does this lift work?” she asked curiously as she stepped out of it.

“You tell me who sent the flowers, and I’ll tell you how the lift works.” Jared smiled at her.

She looked at him and then just waved it off. “None of my business,” She stated and turned and walked away heading for her office. She could hazard a guess, that the card accessed the elevator, but likely a mind–link was connected to whoever was controlling it, to have it stop on the floor they needed. That would mean that no one could use the elevator even if they managed to get a hold of the access card.

She saw her team look at her and the new outfit and knew what they were all thinking. “I bought a new wardrobe when on vacation, decided to change things up.” She smiled as she walked past them. “Tallah, don’t forget your interview at 10.”

“I know a bit nervous.”

“You’ll do just fine.” Wynta smiled at her, she’d even written a reference for her next in line.

She could do the job of being a marketing supervisor, and it would be nice if one of her own team got that job that had once belonged to Jamie.