He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 95

Wynta

She felt the bed dip to her left sometime later still lost in her own thoughts, and although she’d not heard anyone come into the apartment or even into her bedroom, she knew someone was sitting next to her, and then before she could ask who it was, she heard Jared’s voice, soft and gentle, “Wynta, are you awake?”

“Mm,” she answered, she was, but sleep was still upon her, and she knew it. She didn’t know how long she’d been lying there, or if she’d actually drifted off to sleep once more at any point, it was entirely possible.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

She thought about that for a long, quiet moment. “Yeah.” she murmured as she realized that her head wasn’t feeling so bad anymore, she just felt a mild, throbbing, not unrelenting pain rather than the earlier, agonizing pressure that felt as if it could split her skull. “Why are you here? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

His soft chuckle resonated in the quiet room, rich and warm, sending a shiver of comfort through her. “No, sweetheart, you didn’t. I’m just checking on you. Gordon’s gone back to the pack.”

“Oh.” It was a simple response, but it encapsulated her surprise and a hint of disappointment. “You don’t need to; I’ll be fine. I always am.”

“Hmmm, I probably don’t need to, but…” he paused, his voice trailing off as his hand found the cold pack resting on her forehead, applying gentle pressure. “I wanted to,” he admitted, and she could feel the sincerity in his words. “I should get you a new one. Would you like that?”

“No,” she shook her head slightly, dismissing the idea. “It’s alright.” She reached up and removed the pack, realizing it was no longer cold; it had warmed to match her own body temperature.

Jared sat on the edge of her bed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart race. A sliver of light crept through the mostly closed door, illuminating the room. She could make out his casual attire—jeans and a simple tee-shirt—yet it was his presence that captivated her. “What time is it?” she asked, curiosity piquing her interest.

“It’s late; don’t concern yourself with it. Just continue to rest,” he replied, his tone firm yet gentle. “I didn’t mean to wake you; I was just checking on you.”

“I would, but someone is sitting here talking to me,” she pointed out, a playful lilt to her voice.

“Hmmm, sorry. I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he said softly. With a deliberate motion, he reached over and turned on the lamp beside her bed. “Let me really look at you now that you’re awake,” he added, leaning in closer, his face mere inches from hers.

His dark blue eyes bore into hers, searching, probing, and she felt a flutter of unease. It was a look she hadn’t encountered before, one that sent her heart racing. She blinked, her breath catching as the color in his eyes shifted, transforming into a brilliant green. In that moment, she found herself staring into the depths of his wolf’s gaze. The beast within him seemed to tilt its head, as if trying to decipher something hidden within her.

It struck her as oddly familiar, reminiscent of the way Tallah’s grandfather had observed her in the café, as if he were trying to sense her own hidden nature. But she was no beast; she had nothing to sense out. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the wolf retreated, and Jared’s human gaze returned, though a flicker of confusion remained in his eyes.

“Wh… What?” Wynta stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head as if dismissing a fleeting thought. “We get nothing.” His disappointment was palpable, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of confusion. What had he been searching for? She didn’t possess a wolf; they all knew that.

“What were you looking for?” she asked, brows knitting together in confusion. There was no need for him to delve into something that didn’t exist within her.

“Your beast, I guess,” Jared said simply, his tone unguarded. “Andy mentioned he sensed something was off with you before you passed out in his arms. He said it felt strange, like there was another presence connected to you, and when he reached for it, it just… vanished.”

“Vanished?” she echoed, her frown deepening. “I didn’t feel anything odd. I was just talking to Tallah the entire time.”

Jared’s expression turned serious as he studied her. “She never came here. She didn’t ride the elevator with you. She left you at the elevator, and you told her to go back to work. She called Dwane afterward and told him you were sick with a migraine.”

Wynta shook her head vehemently, disbelief etched across her features. “No, she was with me in the elevator. I distinctly remember her talking to me.”

“No, sweetheart, she wasn’t,” Jared insisted, his voice steady yet firm. “I can prove it with security footage. What you heard might have been all in your head. These migraines could be your wolf trying to break free.”

Wynta stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. He could prove it. If Tallah hadn’t been in the elevator, then she likely hadn’t been in the apartment either. But what about the other implications? “No,” she finally said, shaking her head again. “I’ve been having these migraines since I left the pack. They’re stress-related, just like the doctor told me.”

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