He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 94

Wynta

She left Edwards’ office after sitting and writing everything out as was expected of her. It took well over an hour, and she stood in the elevator with Chester right there next to her. He was taking her back down to her floor, and he smiled at her. “You seem a bit confused, Wynta.”

“Hmm,” she nodded, and she was Jared was acting odd to her, and as she walked from that elevator to her office, she thought back to the other night, when he’d turned the shower on for her, it was kind of like that for her, that moment she’d had where she’d responded to him like his girlfriend.

He’d just held her hand in his and when she’d looked at him, she’d seen real actual concern for her in his eyes. Like he cared, truly cared about her. She knew, realistically, deep down inside, she knew this was all a game—a dangerous dance of emotions. But that moment in Edwards’ office had disarmed her, making her question her own resolve.

Settling into her office chair, she pondered the reasons behind her reaction. She hadn’t wanted him to worry, so she had given him what he desired, hoping it would ease his concerns. But now, as the reality of her actions sank in, she felt a twinge of discomfort. Was she genuinely falling for him? Or was he simply an exceptionally skilled actor, playing his part to perfection?

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, a sound of frustration mixed with uncertainty. The man was a puzzle, and she was struggling to piece him together. One thing she was certain of, however, was that the band on his wrist would determine his fate; if it failed to light up, he would walk away from her life. And what would that mean for her? Tallah and Dwane would discover the truth on the full moon, and if they were indeed Mates, those four men would vanish back to Europe, leaving her behind to confront her own reality.

Jared had made it clear that this was how it would unfold, and the thought made her heart sink. She shook her head, pushing the spiraling thoughts away. There was no point in fixating on outcomes she couldn’t control. She had once rejected her Mate, a gift from the Goddess, and had long since accepted that she wouldn’t be granted another. A small part of her believed that rejecting such a gift should mean no second chances.

Yet, another part of her argued that life was not always fair. Some people were cruel, or they chose to be with someone else out of love, and that was not their fault. In those cases, perhaps a new Mate was warranted.

Wynta tried to shake off the heavy thoughts. It was rare for her to dwell on wolfen matters; she preferred to focus on her human side, which felt more comfortable. Rising from her chair, she made her way to the break room for a much-needed cup of coffee, rubbing her temples as she went. A headache was creeping in, and she could sense it building. Migraines were her only real ailment, an unwelcome companion that visited her occasionally.

Returning to her office, she settled at her desk, sipping her coffee while rummaging through her drawer for some pills to stave off the impending headache. In the short distance from the break room to her office, the dull ache had escalated into a throbbing pain. An hour later, she was feeling worse than before, standing up with one hand braced against her desk, squeezing her eyes shut against the relentless pain.

With determination, she grabbed her handbag and headed for the door. The speed at which her headache was worsening was alarming; she knew she was in for a migraine, which would require her to retreat to a dark room, ice pack in hand. “Tallah,” she murmured to herself, recalling her friend as she approached her team’s area. She placed her hand on the desk, glancing toward Tallah’s station, only to remember that she was no longer part of her team. “Howie,” she called out instead.

“You look terrible,” he said, concern etched on his face.

“I’m heading home. You’ll need to run the meeting this afternoon,” she replied, her voice tinged with fatigue. “Migraine.” She extended a USB drive containing all the necessary information for the meeting, feeling herself sway slightly on her feet. Gripping the desk, she inhaled deeply to steady herself. Watching Howie take the drive, she pushed off the desk, ready to leave.

Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders and looked up to find Tallah standing there. “Migraine?” Tallah inquired, worry evident in her eyes.

“Hmm,” Wynta nodded, pressing her hands against her temples, even that small movement sending sharp pangs through her head. “I’m just going home to rest.”

“I’ll have someone drive you,” Tallah insisted.

“No, I can get a cab,” Wynta waved her off, trying to maintain her independence.

“Did you call one?” Tallah asked as they walked toward the elevator.

Reaching for the button, Wynta’s vision blurred, and she missed it, needing to try again. She heard Tallah let out a frustrated sigh. “Just let me—”

“My car’s just a ten-minute walk in the parking lot,” Wynta interjected, trying to alleviate the concern.

“Don’t stress, I’ll get a cab,” she murmured, dismissing Tallah as the elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside.

Pressing the button for the ground floor, she leaned back against the cool metal, closing her eyes as she tried to block out the pain. “Wynta,” a soft voice echoed in her mind.

“I’ll be fine, Tallah,” she whispered back, convincing herself. “I just need some sleep.”

“Wynta, please… reach… for me.” The voice trembled now, and she waved her hand dismissively. “I’m fine, Tallah.”

The elevator dinged, pulling her from her thoughts. She opened her eyes and stepped out, squinting against the bright summer sunlight flooding through the windows. Suddenly, she felt hands on her again, and she sagged slightly, feeling herself being supported.

“My head hurts,” she murmured, the waves of calming energy washing over her body. “Chester?” She recognized the gamma charm enveloping her, and for a moment, she felt ready to surrender to it, just to alleviate the pain.

“Andy,” a voice replied, and she felt a hand press gently against her forehead. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Head’s splitting open,” she managed to say before darkness began to close in around her.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in a dimly lit room. A cool, soft cloth rested against her forehead, and despite the lingering throb in her head, a familiar voice called out to her, “Wynta.” She scanned the room but saw no one. A sliver of light spilled from a doorway, and she pushed herself up, realizing she was back in her own bedroom.

A sigh escaped her lips as she attempted to rise, only to see a man stepping into her space. “Who are you?” she asked, her wolfen sight failing her in the darkness, but her instincts told her he was one of her kind.

“I’m Dr. Gordon Whitiker from the pack,” he replied, approaching her. “I’d turn on the lights, but that might hurt your eyes. How often do you experience migraine headaches?”

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