He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 91

Jared

Shaking Mason Keller’s hand, Jared smiled at him and introduced Dwane right to him, “Mr Keller, this is my right-hand man, Dwane Miller, CEO of the marketing Department.”

He watched Mason look right at Dwane and nodded, reach out and shake his hand as well. There was no overly long look or sizing of Dwane up, and Mason sat himself down when directed to. “I heard you were back from Europe.” He stated simply, “Been away for a while.”

“Hmm, may I inquire as to where you heard that?” Jared asked.

“Of course, nothing untoward, Mr Hayes. My eldest daughter works here is all, just got a promotion last week, in fact,” he stated and moved his eyes to Dwane. “I believe Mr Miller here, approved that. Her name is Tallah Keller.”

““Ah, yes,” Dwane interjected, his voice smooth and professional. “Ms. Keller applied for the recently vacated position of Marketing Supervisor. She received not only an excellent reference from her direct manager but also praise from several colleagues and a few clients. They all noted her professionalism, politeness, and her ability to consistently deliver on time.”

“My daughter enjoys her job,” Mason nodded, a hint of pride in his voice.

“So, what brings you here today?” Jared asked, keen to steer the conversation towards the purpose of the meeting.

“Nothing much, really. I merely came to lay eyes on the man,” Mason said, gesturing toward Dwane without breaking eye contact. “The one interested in my daughter. I figured stating it was business would grant me access to you both.” His gaze shifted back to Dwane. “I heard your father wanted to take her to lunch, along with yourself.”

Dwane sighed, the tension in the room palpable. “I chastised him for that myself. I had no idea he had called her until I arrived at the restaurant,” he replied, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. “My apologies if there were any misunderstandings.”

Mason leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Dwane. “So, you’re not interested then,” he stated slowly, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Good. I’ve already lined her up for marriage.” There was a certain satisfaction in his tone. “She could be just using your attentions to escape that. Don’t pay her flirting any mind; she’s merely trying to irritate me and her fiancé. She’s quite unhappy about the impending marriage.”

Jared’s gaze flickered to Dwane, noticing the tightness in the man’s jaw. He fought back a laugh, recognizing the familiar glint of irritation in Dwane’s eyes. Mason’s demeanor reminded him of Edward; he was curious to see how many barbs Dwane could endure regarding Tallah. Jared was well aware of Mason’s intentions in that moment.

Though Dwane maintained his composure, Jared knew him too well. As Dwane and Mason locked eyes, the tension grew thicker. Dwane’s posture remained unyielding, but the subtle clenching of his jaw was not lost on Mason, who was clearly searching for a reaction.

“I never thought she was the type to do that,” Jared remarked, breaking the silence. “Cheat?” he added, his voice laced with incredulity. Dwane’s gaze shifted to him, anger flaring in his eyes.

“Oh, she’s notorious for it,” Mason replied, shaking his head dismissively. “A real headache when it comes to marrying her off to help my business, you know how it goes, Mr. Hayes. I’m sure your own father is eager for you to marry someone who can enhance your business prospects. I selected a good elite family, but she…” he glanced at Dwane, “has decided to toy with your man here to get under his skin. He’s not too pleased about her spending the night at your friend’s place, and he knows she stayed over at Mr. Miller’s.”

“Nothing happened,” Dwane snapped, his voice sharp. “And I don’t appreciate the implications you’re making. She was intoxicated, and all I did was ensure her safety.”

“A convenient cover, I’m sure,” Mason retorted, a smirk playing on his lips. “But I’m her father, and you can’t fool me. So please, Mr. Miller, do not interfere with my plans to marry her off. She needs to learn to behave, and the man I have chosen will keep her in line—he’s the type to do so with a heavy hand.”

Jared observed Dwane as he rose from his desk, tension radiating from him. Jared stood as well, placing a calming hand on Dwane’s shoulder. “Calm down; that will never happen,” he said firmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

Mason chuckled softly, a knowing smile on his face. “Ah, so you do have feelings for her. That’s all I was after. Perhaps we should arrange a…” His words trailed off as his phone buzzed, pulling his attention. He checked the screen, frowning as he answered the call. A male voice came through, calm yet authoritative. “Father, you’re in with Jared and Dwane right now, aren’t you? I’ve got some jackass trying to force Tallah’s friend Wynta into a car. Get them and their team down here now.”

Jared’s heart raced. In an instant, he was on the move, not bothering to check if Dwane or Mason were following. He sprinted from the office, his wolfen speed surging through him. He linked with both Andy and Emerson as he barreled toward the elevator.

‘One minute before it reaches you,’ came the voice of the elevator controller, Warren. Jared debated whether that was a minute too long and quickly linked with the warriors downstairs. ‘Find Wynta now; she’s in trouble.’

‘We’re on our way with your father. He’s got it. We saw the altercation and linked him right away. We’re already outside and making our way over to assist.’

A wave of relief washed over him at their words, though annoyance flickered through him that they had bypassed him to go to his father. Still, he reminded himself that given the events of last week, it was probably best for his father to take charge.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside with Mason and his unit. The moment he exited on the ground floor, his eyes darted around, scanning the scene. He spotted the triplets standing protectively in front of Wynta, while his father confronted Nolan.

Creed snarled in his mind, ‘She’s injured; I smell blood.’

As he drew closer, he could see Wynta with a scraped knee and palm. He reached out to her, but she instinctively stepped back, and a pang of regret struck him. How could he help her now, especially after everything that had transpired the previous week, without igniting more rumors?

He introduced himself, and even Mason Keller looked intrigued when Jared explained they had a den, not a packhouse. His father’s surprise was evident as he turned to Mason and the triplets, realizing which otherworldly creature used the term “den.”

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