He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 127

Wynta

She woke up in her bed completely naked. Jared was right there, she was stretched out next to him, his arm around her, his heart beat was slow and steady, and she knew he was still asleep. Wynta allowed her eyes to move over him as he slept next to her. He looked so peaceful, she’d never woken up next to anyone else before.

Only ever Jared, Nolan had always left after s*x.

She sighed softly to herself as she looked at Jared, so very arrogant and rude in the beginning, and now he was just sweet and charming. She liked his playfulness with her, liked the way his eyes kind of sparkled with mischief or desire.

What amazed her most was his willingness to sacrifice everything for her, even before he had fully understood the depths of their connection. Wynta knew she wouldn’t allow him to give up his life, not when he had expressed a desire to lead the pack. She had been more than a thorn in his side, and she was acutely aware of it.

As the full moon approached, she felt Remi’s presence stirring within her. ‘What’s his wolf like?’ Remi’s voice echoed in her mind, curious and eager.

‘I have no idea; I’ve never seen it,’ Wynta replied, her thoughts swirling. ‘What about you? I can’t even see you.’

‘Yes, you can. I don’t hide myself,’ Remi insisted, her tone firm yet playful as she locked eyes with Wynta.

Wynta gazed into the depths of those brilliant green and blue eyes, searching for any sign of her wolf, but the void of her mind remained impenetrable. ‘All I see are your eyes,’ she murmured, disappointment creeping into her voice.

‘Hmm, I guess I’m all black. Just like your mind,’ Remi remarked with a hint of humor.

‘Shouldn’t I be able to see you, though?’ Wynta frowned, confusion knitting her brow. She had heard tales of others who could visualize their wolves, even those with all-black alpha wolves. It felt strange that she couldn’t.

Just then, she felt the gentle caress of Jared’s fingers as they glided across her hip, causing her heart to flutter. She turned to find him awake, his gaze bright and inviting. “Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted her, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice soft.

“Talking to Remi? How’s that going?” he asked, stretching like a cat, his muscles rippling under his skin. She couldn’t help but admire the sight, her cheeks warming at his playful teasing.

“Yes, I was talking to my wolf,” she admitted, a smile tugging at her lips.

“I noticed the flash of those brilliant eyes. What were you discussing?” he inquired, rolling onto his side to face her, propping himself up on one elbow, his expression curious.

“She’s curious about what Creed looks like,” Wynta confessed, feeling a twinge of frustration. “But I can’t see her. She says I should be able to, but… she’s not hidden from me.”

Jared raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is she an all-black wolf?”

“I think so,” Wynta replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But honestly, I can’t see anything—no outline, just her eyes.”

“Hmm, she might be all black, or maybe you just need to wait until she reveals herself to you. We’ll find out in two weeks,” he said, his smile reassuring.

“We will,” she agreed, nudging him playfully. “But what about Creed?”

“A surprise,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Come on! You offered to let me ride him. Why keep it a secret now?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I can. You kept something from me,” he chuckled, lifting her hand to showcase the glowing mating band adorning her wrist. “You knew about this when I came to talk to you, yet you stayed silent. All morning, during the pack tour, you said nothing.”

“Jared, be reasonable,” she protested, sitting up. “I wasn’t allowed to say anything! It’s against wolfen laws to tell someone they’re your Mate if they haven’t scented you out. I wasn’t going to break that rule.” Her voice trailed off, remembering the weight of the secret.

“I would have believed you,” he replied, his smile warm and genuine.

“And that’s precisely why it’s forbidden. I wouldn’t have told you if Remi hadn’t been tricked by Creed into putting that band on.” She shook her head, frustration bubbling up. “She didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late.”

Jared chuckled again, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Too young to know the game we play with each other. Challenged your Alpha Wolf, and she took the bait. He won that round, you know.”

“Yes, even though she knew what would happen,” Wynta sighed, shaking her head. “I’m starving. You didn’t let me eat dinner last night.”

“Hmm, I got a bit carried away,” he admitted sheepishly. “Let’s shower, get dressed, and head downstairs for breakfast.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, taking her hand gently. “I promise I’ll behave,” he added, sensing her hesitation.

“You better,” she replied, pulling her hand away playfully before delivering a sharp smack to his backside as she dashed into the ensuite, laughter bubbling up inside her. Jared followed at a leisurely pace, grinning as he leaned against the shower entrance, his gaze sweeping over her.

“Looks like you’re asking for punishment,” he teased.

“It’s not punishment, Jared. It never was. How could it be when I loved every moment?” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I forgot how strange it feels to have a mind-link open up,” she said, her brow furrowing in thought. “What do you think the call was about?”

“Your kin, I can only imagine,” Jared replied, his voice steady as they continued their breakfast, savoring each bite without haste. He explained that his father was still in his suite, and his parents usually took their time with breakfast before joining them.

Forty minutes later, they entered Edward’s office, where Marrian and Edward’s unit awaited, along with Gordon, who sat in a chair, papers in hand. He looked up and smiled warmly at Wynta as Emerson closed the door behind them. “Feeling better, Wynta?”

“Yes,” she nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. “I’m perfectly fine; nothing wrong with me or my wolf.”

“It’s likely you won’t experience those headaches anymore, either. A side effect of the deep bleeding you received from another. If you can connect with her from now on, it shouldn’t hurt at all. It’ll feel like one of us inside your mind, now that there are no barriers,” Gordon explained, his voice steady. “I’ve also confirmed that the blood from you is related to you; the DNA shows a 99.99% match.”

She nodded, already aware of the implications. “That will be nice,” she replied, grateful for the absence of headaches as she took a seat at Jared’s direction.

Gordon’s gaze fell on the band encircling her wrist. “When did that happen?” he inquired, curiosity evident in his tone.

“After I was initiated, but the band was placed after I was un-bled,” Wynta explained, glancing at it fondly. She liked it; it was beautiful in its own right. As she absently touched it, she felt Jared’s lips brush against her temple, a tender gesture that made her heart flutter.

“Mine will look like that soon,” he remarked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Wynta nodded in agreement. “It will,” she affirmed, then turned back to Gordon. “What about my mother’s blood work? Is that what you have there?” she asked, pointing to the papers in his hand.

“Yes,” he confirmed, his expression serious. “I’d like to redo your tests as well, if you’ll allow me.”

Wynta shook her head firmly. “There’s no need for that. I know what I am. Just leave it as it is. But my mother?” she pressed, her curiosity piqued. “What did it reveal?”

“Much like your own, there were markers indicating foresight—many more than I detected in your blood. The two seem to counterbalance each other, which is unusual. I ran several tests yesterday. It appears she knew precisely what she was doing by bleeding herself to you multiple times. It likely wasn’t just to hide you from your father but from everyone who would come into contact with you, so that none would know what you truly were or what you could do.”

“Use me like my father does her,” Wynta murmured softly, a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Likely so,” Gordon nodded, understanding the weight of her words.