He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 96

Jared

He spent the night on the couch in Wynta’s apartment. Gordon wasn’t wrong. She was in real pain, even in her sleep she made soft sounds that were pain-filled. Nearly every time she moved, she groaned or winced, he wasn’t getting much sleep himself. Though it was the half-mumbled words that had his attention as she moved about in there.

Sometimes he was certain she was saying the word ‘mother’ but he was half asleep, out there on her couch, he’d left her be for the most part, only gone in when she’d gasped in real pain. It was almost day break, and she’d slept all afternoon and night, restless as it was.

He wondered if that word he’d heard was mother or not. It wouldn’t really surprise him, when one was in pain one often wanted the comfort of a loved one. Yet, he knew Wynta had never truly experienced that kind of solace. So why would she call out for a mother she had never known?

Sitting there, he found himself talking to her, trying to unravel the tangled thoughts in his mind regarding her situation. He wanted to help her see that things might not be as dire as they seemed. The connection she felt to Andy, that presence within her, was something he believed could be understood. But every time he reached out to grasp it, it eluded him, like smoke slipping through his fingers. It was a perplexing situation, to say the least.

Everything he had shared with her felt plausible, yet she remained an enigma. Even with her Alpha bloodline and the strange connection to someone without wolf heritage, there was a deeper mystery surrounding her that neither he nor Creed could decipher. They had both tried to sense if there was a hidden beast within her, but she simply looked back at them, her gaze steady and unyielding. Confusion swirled in his mind regarding her lineage. He didn’t particularly care about the specifics; he just knew they needed to understand her in order to protect her.

Perhaps she was not only Alpha-blooded but also a hybrid, a blend of something more. After attempting to lighten the mood with a bit of playful banter, he left her to shower alone. To his relief, she had smiled at his comment about someone pinching his underwear, indicating she might be feeling a bit better.

Opening her fridge, he rummaged through the contents and gathered the ingredients for an omelet. As he prepared breakfast, the sky outside began to brighten, the soft hues of dawn spilling into the room. He hadn’t heard from Jenson and his team regarding any Alphas entering the city, neither by car nor by plane. A part of him desperately hoped that Nolan’s words had been nothing but a fabrication.

Yet, another part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that the truth was more sinister. Some Alphas, upon learning of their former Mates, would stop at nothing to reclaim them, disregarding the desires of those they pursued. They believed that because they were Goddess-Gifted, they had an inherent right to take back what was once theirs.

As he tossed the ingredients into the pan, he turned on the oven grill to medium heat, allowing it to warm up. The omelet was loaded with six eggs, shallots, diced bacon, tomatoes, capsicum, and a generous helping of grated cheese mixed throughout. He had anticipated sleeping here to keep an eye on Wynta, bringing food along to alleviate any worries she might have had about breakfast.

He retrieved another pan from the drawer and began preparing his favorite breakfast dish: cheesy toast. He buttered four thick slices of bread on both sides, sprinkling finely shaved Parmesan cheese over each side before placing two of them in the pan. The aroma filled the kitchen, and he couldn’t help but smile at his culinary creation.

As he plated the first two pieces of cheesy bread, Wynta appeared beside him, her expression curious. “Yes, I can cook,” he replied with a grin, enjoying the moment.

“It does smell good,” she acknowledged, plucking a piece of toast from the plate and taking a bite.

He watched as her eyes fluttered shut in delight, and he felt a warmth spread through him. He liked seeing her enjoy something he had made. “Tastes good, I see,” he nudged her playfully.

“It does,” she replied, lifting the plate with the remaining slice. “It’s mine now,” she declared, turning to walk away.

In a swift motion, Jared wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back. “Give me a bite; I worked hard on that!” He teased, enjoying the playful banter between them. “If not, you’ll have to let me eat something else.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she lifted the toast toward him. He took a large bite, and she pouted, a playful challenge dancing in her gaze. Jared chuckled, releasing her and pointing to the two slices he was about to cook. She smiled and headed toward the balcony, and he felt a surge of happiness at her improved mood.

As the omelet cooked under the grill, he dropped the next two pieces of cheesy bread into the pan. He reached for the juice in the fridge—100% pineapple and orange, though he noticed a cranberry and pomegranate blend lurking in the back. Wynta had peculiar tastes, he mused; he preferred the simplicity of apple juice.

Carrying the juice and the toast outside, he announced, “The omelet will take a few more minutes—about five or six,” he informed her.

She nodded, though there was a distant look in her eyes. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked, settling down beside her.

“Hmmm.” She turned her gaze toward him, and he could sense she was lost in her thoughts, likely reflecting on everything he had said earlier.

Though her eyes flickered to the plate in his hand, he instinctively moved it away, anticipating her attempt to snag it. He took a bite, keeping the plate just out of her reach. “This is my breakfast. I see you’ve already eaten yours,” he said with a playful smile.

Her pout returned, and she pointed at his toast. “You ate half a piece of mine.”

“I took one bite,” he defended, laughing softly.

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