He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 97

Wynta

She stood staring at Jared as he thought through what could be happening to her. She didn’t know, but it kind of did make sense, and what if yesterday and last night hadn’t been what he thought? What if that voice inside her head had been the one that was now tugging on her family tether? She didn’t know of any family, but what if it was like he said, and it was the person she’d been bled to as a tiny baby?

That meant that somewhere nearby was the person that knew who her mother was. They could tell her who she really was because they would know. But then again, there was no proof that she had been bled to another at all, so what if that person now tugging on her tether wasn’t some witch, or person that fled with her?

What if this mysterious figure tugging at her tether wasn’t a witch or a fugitive from her past? What if, instead, this person was her real mother—the woman who had brought her into this world? The thought was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. Surely, if that were the case, her mother would want to find her, to know where Wynta had been all these years.

She-wolves, after all, did not simply abandon their young without cause. Yet, the uncertainty gnawed at her. What if Jared was indeed correct?

Her contemplation was abruptly interrupted as Jared’s fingers brushed against her cheek, grounding her in the moment. She looked up at him, and the concern etched on his face was palpable. His voice held a protective urgency as he cautioned her, “Don’t fall into the trap, Wynta. We can’t know who this is or what their intentions might be. The timing feels too convenient, too suspicious. To me, it seems like a trap.”

Wynta nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. “I understand,” she replied, her voice steady. She truly did grasp the gravity of her situation. Her safety had to be her priority. In the wolfen world, she was no match for anyone—she couldn’t outrun or overpower even an omega if they had their wolf. She was weaker than the weakest among them. “I rarely put myself at risk when it comes to otherworldly beings. You don’t need to worry so much,” she reassured him, though a part of her wished he would worry just a little more.

“Good,” he responded, his nod slow and deliberate.

“You should get ready for work,” she suggested softly, trying to push him toward the door.

“Wynta?” His frown deepened, concern still clouding his features.

“I’m fine. I still have a slight headache, but I’ll stay here. You don’t need to keep track of me or stay with me. I’m a big girl and have taken care of myself for most of my life.” Her heart raced as she said it, hoping it would convince him to leave.

She could see the internal battle waging within him. He hesitated, and she raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “What’s the matter, Jared? Do you care about me more than you should?” Her tone was direct, reminiscent of their first encounter when she had moved into this apartment, and he had deflected her question with a teasing remark about her perception.

He didn’t answer her now either, merely standing there, his gaze locked onto hers. Yet, she caught a flicker of something in his eyes—a momentary hesitation—before he stepped back, creating distance between them. Wynta instinctively reached out to touch the mating bond band on her wrist, a silent reminder that unless it lit up, she was nothing more than a fleeting thought in his mind. But he moved his arm away, denying her the connection. With a sigh, she let her hand fall back to her side, feeling the weight of unspoken words between them.

They both understood the truth: unless he sensed her on the full moon and that bond illuminated blue, there was nothing binding them together, merely a game they were playing, a dance of emotions that left her feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable.

Wynta buried her feelings beneath a facade of indifference, even though a part of her ached for him. She loved the way he touched her, every brush of his skin igniting a fire within her. The last time they had been together, she had craved all of him, reckless of the consequences. But what if their connection on the full moon proved to be meaningless? What if that bond never lit up?

Jared continued to stare at her for what felt like an eternity before he finally nodded, “Please stay home or text me if you need an escort. Jenson and Kyan’s team are out in the city tonight, so it will have to be one of the warriors from the office. I’ll send a car if you need to go anywhere.”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “I will text you,” she promised, watching him as he left her apartment. Once the door clicked shut behind him, Wynta sank into the chair, exhaling a long sigh. She was becoming attached to this man, and she was acutely aware of it. He was fun to be around, and yes, he had submitted to her the last time he had shared her bed.

Her mind drifted back to those strange little moments they had shared—their first kiss in her office, his words lingering in the air, “It’s better to have me on your lips.” The way he reacted when she had come out of the shower, the concern etched on his face when she had been injured just yesterday. He had reached out, instinctively, as if drawn to her by an invisible force.

Then there was that moment in Edward’s office, when everyone had witnessed him gently taking her hand, his voice soft as he reassured her, and how he had instinctively tried to guide her from the office to his without a second thought. And now, here he was, spending the night watching over her, even cooking her breakfast.

Wynta bit her lip, wrestling with her thoughts. Did all of this mean something, or was he merely playing a part in her life? A part of her desperately wanted to believe that it wasn’t just a game, that he genuinely cared. But even if he did, if that bond on his wrist didn’t light up, then nothing would ever come of it.

Rising from her seat, she moved to brew a cup of coffee, the familiar aroma grounding her in reality. He would eventually return to Europe. He had made that clear, although he had promised to stay until Dwane and Tallah were sorted out. But she knew all too well that this would likely only stretch until the next full moon. In just a few weeks, he could very well be gone, and her life would revert to its usual monotony.

Perhaps it was for the best, especially with Nolan and the threat he posed—the so-called father she had yet to confront. That had to become her priority now. She hoped the Wolfen Council would take her side; Edward had assured her he would send off all the necessary details the night before. Maybe, just maybe, everything would return to normal by afternoon.

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