He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 126

Edward

He was at his desk when the kingdom phone rang that afternoon. His eyes moved to it, and he took a breath in and released it slowly, before answering it. It wasn’t something that often rang, and it didn’t often indicate anything good. “Alpha Edward speaking.” He greeted whoever was on the other end, so that they knew who they were speaking with.

“Edward, it is Beta Rich, we got an odd communication from Alpha Gretta of the Wolfen Council.” Rich stated right back by way of greeting him.

“It was an interesting day here inside the pack to say the least.” Edward nodded.

“How long have you known about this Wynta Morgan and what she is? Gretta didn’t state that in her communications,” Rich asked.

“Only moments before my conversation with Gretta. She had just been bled to another, which obscured her lineage,” Edward confessed, the weight of the revelation pressing on him.

“Bled to whom, exactly?” Rich’s voice tightened, a frown evident even over the phone.

“We suspect it was her birth mother. She bled herself to her daughter ten times to mask the scent of Alpha blood from Wynta. There were… side effects,” Edward explained, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

“And those would be?” Rich pressed, his curiosity piqued.

“It muted all her wolfen senses and bound her wolf within. For years, she was seen as wolf-less. But that has changed. I witnessed her beast surface today after she was un-bled—took about a minute, and there she was,” Edward recounted, a mix of awe and concern in his voice.

“Gretta mentioned she requested a mating band for Wynta Morgan. Did you manage to get one on her? That’s notoriously tricky with a blood witch,” Rich inquired, his tone shifting to one of caution.

“My son’s beast challenged hers, and her beast willingly placed it on their own wrist. But I’m curious, why was it necessary for her to wear one?” Edward asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Blood witches inherently know who their Mates are. Just a touch can awaken that knowledge. That’s why. Is it blue?” Rich clarified.

“It is. We believe my son Jared is her mate. He’s wearing one too, and they’ve been playfully taunting each other for a while now. Currently, they’re in her suite, and I have no intention of interrupting them,” Edward replied with a chuckle, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. His boy had spent the entire day with Wynta, and he was confident he knew what they were up to.

“Right. I called to inform you that our coven leader has spoken to the elders of the blood witch clan. They are not pleased about the taint on their bloodline,” Rich sighed, the weight of the situation evident in his voice. “A discussion is imminent regarding what actions they plan to take.”

“It’s not Wynta’s fault,” Edward interjected, frustration creeping into his tone.

“We understand that. From what I know, only one has ever left the clan, rejecting her place here to mate with a non-blood witch. Once she left, no one tracked her, but her body was returned upon her death. Wynta is likely a descendant of that witch, as is her mother,” Rich explained.

“Again, neither of them is to blame. We will defend Wynta if necessary against that seer. She is destined to be the future Luna of this pack come the next full moon,” Edward declared resolutely.

“Hmm, Christian is aware of the other circumstances; Gretta left nothing out. He’s currently in discussion with the Queen and the royal Coven. I’m just calling to update you as requested and to gather specific information from you regarding her status and abilities. Has she disclosed what she can actually do?” Rich asked.

“No, she has utilized her abilities, but the specifics are hers to reveal, not mine to pry into. One doesn’t simply ask a blood witch to explain herself,” Edward replied, his tone firm.

“Correct,” Rich acknowledged.

“Beta Rich, if the clan is upset about the taint to their bloodline, yet the one responsible is deceased and rejected her lineage before her death, I fail to see their grievance. They were aware she left and knew she was with another. Why the distress now?” Edward questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“From what I understand, they were unaware that she had tainted their bloodline. She had only been gone a year before her body was returned. Killed in a pack battle, I believe it’s recorded as,” Rich sighed. “They had no idea there was a taint.”

“How is that even possible? Who returned her to the clan?” Edward asked, curiosity piqued.

“No one knows. She simply arrived in a decorated box, or coffin, as you might call it, accompanied by a note explaining what had transpired. It stated that she had not defiled her bloodline and that no offspring had resulted from the union,” Rich elaborated.

“Didn’t they examine her?” Edward frowned, incredulity washing over him.

“She had been dead too long. From what I gather, it was over a month, and the blood within her had rendered useless. They did attempt to visit the pack; it was destroyed, and no one remained. Burned to ashes, I believe,” Rich said, his tone somber.

He turned his gaze to her, letting out a resigned sigh. “Come here, my love,” he murmured, swiveling his chair to face her, extending his arms. She glided over and settled onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace.

She understood precisely what he needed. He pulled her closer, sighing deeply as he spoke, “More trouble is brewing. I think the royal seers are at odds with the king and the royal coven regarding what to do about Wynta and likely her mother.”

“Let it go, sweetheart. Wynta will handle it, based on what I’ve heard from you about her capabilities. Her markers are probably even more potent than Gordon estimated. She was dulled down by her mother’s blood, so it’s likely that affected the blood test results. What he detected could be ten times greater because of those ten bleedings. So, a hundred-fold could easily be a thousand-fold,” Marrian reassured him.

Edward turned to her, his eyes widening as the implications of her words sank in. “Do you think Wynta and Remi are aware of this?”

“Yes, her mother likely knows as well, which is why she bled her so many times. She understood what it would take to keep her hidden. I did some research on blood witches this afternoon after you informed me of Wynta’s nature. She’ll be fine, and so will her mother,” Marrian stated confidently.

“I hope so. There’s talk of stripping both of them of their powers,” Edward sighed, a sense of dread creeping in.

“Good luck to them,” Marrian chuckled softly, planting a kiss on his marked spot. “Breathe me in, darling,” she murmured, her voice low and inviting. “All deep.” Her beast growled softly in response.

A smile spread across Edward’s face as he leaned down, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her comforting scent deeply. It was a balm for his troubled spirit, and he felt his tension ease. They sat together in silence for several minutes before she murmured, “We’re going to have another pup. I was napping in my office just now, and I just dreamed it—a little girl.”

The news made him sit up straight, excitement coursing through him. “When?” he asked, curiosity bubbling to the surface as he envisioned their family expanding.

“Hmm, soon, I think. Not exactly sure, but she’ll always stay here in the pack and will mate with someone here. He’s got a long 18 years to wait for her after she’s born, but he’s a good warrior and will love and cherish her,” she replied, a dreamy smile gracing her lips.

“Does she have a name yet?” he probed, knowing she likely had visions of her already.

“Mm, you’ll name her yourself,” was all she said, a teasing glint in her eyes, unwilling to reveal anything more.