He's an Alpha: She doesn't Care (Jennifer Francis) novel Chapter 18

She’s Beyond His Rule 18 Summary Jared waits just outside Wynta’s hospital room after arranging her transfer to a private hospital through a costly donation of advanced medical equipment. Despite Wynta’s strong resistance and refusal to leave, the hospital director agrees to the transfer once Jared proves his identity and explains the situation. Wynta is sedated to ensure compliance, and Jared, along with his Beta Dwane, carefully moves her to his car, mindful of her surgical wound and fragile condition.

During the car ride, Jared struggles to keep Wynta’s unconscious head from banging against the window and eventually uses his jacket to cushion her. Dwane teases Jared about the situation, noting Wynta’s striking appearance despite her injuries. Jared reflects on her defiant nature, her clear hazel-green eyes, and her small, delicate frame, which contrasts with the muscular build typical of she-wolves. Jared also contemplates Wynta’s modest wardrobe and decides to buy her an evening dress and shoes, showing a rare personal investment in her well-being.

Dwane jokes about Jared’s intentions, teasing him about impressing his father, who wants Jared to appear settled with a steady companion rather than a perpetual bachelor. Jared admits to dating she-wolves only as escorts, never marking or mating them, as he waits for his true Goddess-Gifted Mate. He acknowledges the complexity of relationships within his pack and his reluctance to be tied down by rules or expectations.

Despite all this, Jared realizes that Wynta is unlike any she-wolf he has ever encountered-someone who defies the rules and challenges his understanding of control and connection. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below He lingered just outside the doorway of Wynta’s hospital room, the quiet corridor dimly lit by the soft glow of overhead lights. Both of her roommates had been sent away for what seemed like unnecessary tests, leaving the room empty and ensuring no prying eyes would witness what was about to unfold.

The nurse had accompanied one of the patients, and Wynta’s doctor had assured him he would personally see her safely to the transfer vehicle. Arranging this transfer had not been simple. It had required careful coordination and a substantial donation-a full contribution of a portable CT scanner and a portable MRI machine to the hospital. These were state-of-the-art devices intended for use in the Emergency Department. He had stood alongside the hospital director as she pointed out exactly which machines she wanted donated.

Both pieces of equipment were top-tier, each valued at a million dollars. The hospital director had taken her time verifying the legitimacy of Cedar Rapid Industries, making sure they weren’t being deceived or coerced into releasing a patient who was clearly resisting. Wynta was outright refusing to leave, even demanding security be called to remove her. Once the director confirmed the ownership-Edward Hayes of Cedar Rapid-and after Jared showed proof that Wynta Morgan had been on the company payroll for five years, she understood the situation better.

Jared explained that he had unintentionally offended Wynta so deeply that she was now unwilling to cooperate, which was why she resisted any attempt to move her. He also proved his identity and assured her that he meant no harm, only that she was to be brought to the company’s private hospital for her own care. Though reluctant, she finally agreed, though she was displeased about the sedation used to make her comply. That was the reason behind the costly donation of the two machines to this hospital-an exchange to facilitate her transfer.

As soon as Wynta was unconscious, lying still on the hospital bed, he and Dwane quietly entered the room. The attending doctor sighed heavily before leaving, as Dwane gently lifted her from the bed into a waiting wheelchair. He even covered her with a blanket, carefully tucking it around her to keep her warm. Together, they moved out of the hospital. Jared placed her in his car, his father’s words echoing in his mind: don’t come back without her. To Jared, that meant he had to personally ensure she was brought safely into the pack.

He watched as Dwane returned the wheelchair but kept the blanket. Considering the expensive arrangements made for her transfer, Jared wasn’t concerned about holding onto a single blanket. Gordon let out a soft sigh. “She’s incredibly stubborn.” “How long will she be unconscious?” Jared asked, waiting for Dwane’s return. “Probably four or five hours,” came the reply. “Doc, take my car and head back,” Dwane said as he approached. “I’ll drive them back in Jared’s. My car’s parked over there.” He gestured toward the parking lot. “Alright.

Just be careful with her surgical wound-it still has stitches that won’t be removed for another three to five days. Head straight to the hospital; I’ll arrange a private room for her. She won’t be in a good mood when she wakes up; she understood what was happening before she lost consciousness.” Jared nodded, handing his keys to Dwane and sliding into the backseat beside Wynta. He reached over to fasten her seatbelt and settled in as the car pulled away. Although she was completely unconscious, every curve and bump caused her head to loll dangerously.

Several times, Jared had to steady her, placing a hand gently on her to prevent her from falling onto him. After the third time her head slammed against the window, he muttered, “Pull over, Dwane. We need to fix this, or she’s going to end up with more injuries-and I’ll definitely take the blame for that.” He removed his jacket, rolled it up, and placed it between her head and the window, adjusting her position to minimize movement. But with her unconscious state, she had no muscle tone or reflexes to stabilize herself.

Frustrated, he sighed as she tipped toward him again, forcing him to catch her once more. “I get why patients are transported on gurneys and strapped down now,” he muttered, watching Dwane navigate the corner. “Just scoot over closer and let her body lean on you. That’ll probably solve the problem back there,” Dwane advised, amusement clear in his voice. Jared shook his head, glancing at his Beta, who was grinning from the front seat. “You find this funny?” “It’s not a chore, Jared.