He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care (Wynta and Jared ) novel Chapter 105

Wynta

She watched Edward leave the office, and sighed at his words about the up-coming full moon, and he was not only expecting her to be there for it, he was hoping for her to pair up as well. She understood his words, was damned certain it was even Jared that he was hoping she would be mated off to as well. A part of her liked the idea, but what if it didn’t happen at all?

No one could predict who their Mate was. She sighed internally to herself, she liked Jared more than she should, but not scenting him out would see him just leave, and that was why she’d just pushed him away. She was trying to protect herself and prepare for the inevitable that was going to happen.

Though clearly Edward was unconcerned about her being alone in his office, but she suspected he understood her reluctance to embrace pack life. To him, she posed no threat; she had made it abundantly clear to Jared that she intended to return to her city apartment once granted permission. But what would she do for an entire week within the confines of the pack? The question hung heavily in her mind, leaving her feeling adrift.

She watched as Edward gently closed the door behind him, a stark contrast to the way Jared had slammed it shut earlier. Wynta let out another sigh, acutely aware of the conversation that was about to unfold between Edward and Jared. She could almost predict the topics of discussion; her recent words to Jared were bound to come up, especially given Edward’s pointed inquiry about their exchange.

In her heart, she felt no malice toward Edward. All she had done was offer Jared an escape from the complicated game they had been playing. Now, he was free to return to his overseas business, and she wouldn’t cause a stir about it. That was not her nature. She was not his Mate, and deep down, she knew he wouldn’t settle for a Cosen.

Wynta closed her eyes for a moment, running her fingers through her hair as she stood alone in Edward’s office. Yes, her feelings for Jared were complicated, but she refused to cling to him or ask him to sacrifice his aspirations of becoming the Alpha of the pack for her sake.

Standing there, surrounded by silence, she felt the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. She had to push them aside; otherwise, they would pull her deeper into a spiral of confusion. The kiss they had shared in the hospital earlier felt like a bittersweet farewell, and she knew that it was for the best.

Now, as she waited for the Luna, Wynta found herself unsure of the proper protocols in this unfamiliar territory. Should she take a seat or simply stand and wait? Her eyes scanned the office, taking in the details as a means of distracting herself from thoughts of Jared.

The room was tidy and inviting, exuding a formal yet homely library ambiance. A built-in bookcase stretched from floor to ceiling along one wall, brimming with volumes of literature. Edward’s desk, substantial and crafted from a rich, reddish wood, likely red cedar, mirrored the name of the pack. Aside from the impressive wall of books, the office resembled his workspace at the head office. A cozy sitting area featured two couches facing each other and two single chairs, reminiscent of his other office.

Papers were stacked on one side of the desk, likely related to pack matters, while a computer occupied the other side, just like in his human office. The desk even boasted an inlaid green leather section right in front of his chair. As her gaze fell upon it, she noticed a moonstone band resting in the center of the green leather, exposed and unguarded.

Wynta had never seen one outside of being worn. In fact, she had only ever seen them on Edward’s sons. Intrigued, she stepped closer for a better look and reached out to pick it up, but hesitated, her fingers hovering above it. Was she permitted to touch such a significant item?

Her fingers stilled in midair as she contemplated the implications. The band radiated a curious energy, and even without contact, she could sense a powerful aura emanating from it. Perhaps it was the magical essence imbued within the stone. As she stood there, entranced, she wondered why it lay exposed on Edward’s desk. Whose was it? She recalled that he had matching bands intended for she-wolves who claimed to be his sons’ Mates. Perhaps this was just one of those.

A magnetic pull drew her closer, igniting a desire to grasp the band and feel its texture. Was it the gentle thrum of energy that beckoned her? She imagined it as water dripping into a pond, sending ripples across the surface with each drop. For a full minute, she contemplated its allure before finally surrendering to her curiosity, allowing her fingers to make contact with the band.

She remembered how Jared’s band had felt cool against his skin during their intimate moments together. It was a part of him, worn for sixty-four years, likely forgotten in the routine of his life.

As her fingers glided over the moonstone band, warmth radiated from it, and she gasped in surprise as it began to shimmer with a flickering blue light. Instantly, she withdrew her hand, clutching it to her chest, her heart racing. The band had reacted to her mere touch. Wasn’t it supposed to only respond when bound to someone, when it locked onto their wrist, indicating the presence of their Goddess-gifted Mate?

Biting her lip, she stared at the band, her mind racing with confusion and wonder. She had never touched Nolan after recognizing him as her Mate, so she had no frame of reference for what it felt like to be connected. Her senses had always felt muted, practically nonexistent. She had easily identified Nolan as her Mate, attributing it to her wolfen nature, but she had never actually touched him after that moment.

“Now, now, none of that,” Marrian replied with a gentle laugh, crossing the room from a door on the wall, likely from her office. Wynta thought absently, “Just Marrian is fine.” But then she noticed the concern etched on Marrian’s face. “Is everything alright, Wynta? You seem a bit…”

Wynta felt her heart race as she realized the Luna was assessing her.

“I’m fine,” she blurted out, scrambling to find an explanation for her racing pulse. “It’s just… it feels a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by everyone. I’m not quite used to it yet.” She stumbled over her words, desperate to mask her true emotions.

“Ah, I can understand that,” Marrian nodded empathetically. “Come, let me show you to the suite I’ve prepared for you.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary. A single dorm will suffice; that’s where I lived in the last pack,” Wynta insisted, her voice hurried.

“Nonsense,” Marrian dismissed her concerns with a wave of her hand. “Come on, it has a lovely view.” As she moved closer, Wynta instinctively shifted to block the view of the moonstone band on Edward’s desk. She had no idea if the band was still white and couldn’t risk turning to check without drawing the Luna’s attention—especially since Marrian was Jared’s mother.

What if it felt different to the Alpha or Luna now, having reacted to her touch? A nagging thought crossed her mind: should she have snatched it up and hidden it, just in case they could tell it had been touched? But then again, if it went missing, they would know she was the only one in the office with it.