He's an Alpha: She doesn't Care (Jennifer Francis) novel Chapter 21

She’s Beyond His Rule 21 Summary Wynta had been discharged from the hospital and was recovering at her apartment, with a physiotherapist visiting regularly to help heal her injured knee. Edward had insisted she take at least two weeks off work and arranged for her to be evaluated to ensure she could manage the walk to the office. Though the pain was constant and she relied on painkillers at night, Wynta managed the slow walk to work, still wearing her knee brace and attending weekly physiotherapy sessions.

Back at the office, Wynta was greeted warmly by her team and quickly organized a meeting to catch up. She noticed unfamiliar notes on her board and learned from Tallah that a temporary supervisor named Dwane, the Head of Marketing for Hayes Industries’ European Division, had been overseeing things during her absence. Dwane was described as pushy and difficult, having trouble adjusting to the U.S. office’s different style, and his presence had caused some tension among the staff. Later that day, Wynta was unexpectedly summoned to meet Jared Hayes, who now had an office on the 10th floor.

Upon arrival, his secretary Stacey made a pointed comment about Wynta’s rogue status and her refusal to follow pack protocols, leading to a brief tense exchange before Jared appeared. Jared greeted Wynta familiarly and asked about her knee before presenting her with a replacement dress for one she had ruined, insisting she accept it as an apology. Wynta firmly declined the gift, suspecting it was more about appearances and obligations than genuine apology. She refused to be indebted to Jared, aware that gifts from Alpha blood often carried strings attached.

Jared’s displeasure was palpable, but he did not press further. As Wynta left, she encountered Carlotti, a disdainful she-wolf whose contemptuous attitude Wynta chose to ignore, confident that karma would eventually teach Carlotti a lesson for her entitled behavior. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Wynta had been discharged and returned to her apartment, where a physiotherapist from the pack visited her every four days to assist with the healing and stabilization of her injured knee.

Edward had made it clear she needed at least two weeks off work and insisted she not return until every bruise had completely faded. He’d even arranged for her to be evaluated as she walked from her apartment to the office, to ensure she could handle the trip. The walk wasn’t too difficult if she took it slow and steady. Wearing her knee brace was still mandatory, and she wasn’t allowed to remove it yet. Although the frequency of her physiotherapy sessions had reduced to once a week, she was told the treatment would likely continue for several months given the severity of her injury.

Wynta hadn’t argued with any of this. The pain was constant and unrelenting. Even the simple act of turning over in bed could bring tears to her eyes, and she relied on painkillers at night just to get a decent night’s sleep. Still, the slow, flat walk from her place to the office was manageable compared to the more challenging parts of the city. That morning, she had made her way into the office. Her team greeted her with warm smiles and asked how she was feeling. She assured them she was alright, just nursing a sore knee.

Settling at her desk, she immediately noticed her chair was set higher than usual, making her frown in mild discomfort. To catch up on what she’d missed, Wynta organized a meeting with her team. While scanning her office, she spotted notes pinned to her board that weren’t in her handwriting. Curious, she stood and moved closer to read them. Tallah approached her quietly. “Edward brought in a temporary supervisor while you were out sick,” she explained. “His name’s Dwane.

He’s the Head of Marketing for Hayes Industries’ European Division.” Wynta sighed inwardly but asked, “Did he change much around here?” If he was head of marketing, she’d have to consider his input alongside her team’s ideas. “There was an adjustment period,” Tallah nodded. “He’s… well, pretty pushy when it comes to getting what he wants. We had to remind him a few times that he wasn’t in Europe anymore, and some of his strategies wouldn’t really work here in the U.S. We do things a bit differently.” Wynta shook her head slightly, absorbing the information.

“How did that go over?” she asked, genuinely interested. “Mixed, I guess. We’re all glad you’re back. But Dwane kept barking orders at us constantly,” Tallah replied. Wynta snorted softly. “Sounds like he’s used to getting his way with no resistance.” Tallah nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he actually snapped at us once, asking, ‘Are you deaf?’ Then he caught himself and apologized. Apparently, we hadn’t heard him asking for something specific, but he never actually addressed any of us directly. There was a bit of a discussion over lunch about it. He didn’t even leave your office all morning.

It was strange.” She shook her head again. “He’s odd. Handsome, but odd.” Wynta nodded thoughtfully. She guessed that in his European office, surrounded by a pack of wolves, everyone would be on high alert for his commands. So when he didn’t call out or approach her team directly here, they simply didn’t hear him. But why he was sitting in her office and hadn’t returned to Europe yet puzzled her. The four wolves had only come back for the Luna Ceremony, and she knew Jared and his unit didn’t live stateside. They should have gone back by now.

She pushed those thoughts aside and focused on her day-until she received an unexpected summons to meet Jared himself. He apparently had an office on the 10th floor now. She had no idea why he wanted to see her, and the request came just minutes before her shift ended. Wynta didn’t hurry. Her staff were still packing up when she made her way to the meeting. Jared’s secretary, a she-wolf named Stacey, gave her a brief, assessing look before introducing herself. “Ms. Wynta Morgan, I was asked to send for you to see Mr. Hayes.” “Oh,” Wynta replied, nodding as her eyes glazed over briefly.

“He’s on the phone. It might be a few minutes. Please, have a seat,” Stacey said, gesturing toward a chair. Checking her watch, Wynta said, “I clock out in seven minutes. If he’s still busy then, I’ll leave, and he can reschedule.” Stacey’s tone turned matter-of-fact, almost cold. “You can’t have him reschedule appointments just because of you. He’s an Alpha, and you’re just a rogue.” She shook her head, clearly disapproving that Wynta would even suggest such a thing. Wynta met her gaze calmly.