He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 134

Wynta

Perhaps her mother did indeed know exactly what Wynta was or could do. Perhaps all her suffering led up to this moment. Where Wynta herself could have her released from her own former Mate and bring him under the council’s wrath. Maybe she just had to play the long game was all.

As she looked at her mother, her head was lifted enough for Wynta to see a slight smile on her lips. Things were going to her mother’s liking as much as they were Wynta’s. Between the two of them, they likely could not only foresee the future but predict the actual outcome. The two of them together were an un-matched powerhouse.

Dorian had declared that Nolan would be returning to his pack, a move that was clearly designed to continue exploiting both Wynta and her mother. He had uncovered the truth of her abilities once she had been un-bled and fully realized, likely extracting this information through torture from her mother after discovering that Wynta’s death had been a ruse.

“I warned you once, Dorian,” Wynta said, her voice steady yet charged with an undercurrent of menace. “You lay a single finger on my mother, and I will unleash the full fury of my Alpha Wolf upon you. Do you truly want that?” Her gaze shifted toward his unit, noting the absence of a Gamma. She understood the implications; the Gamma likely disapproved of Dorian’s treatment of his Luna and had paid the ultimate price for it.

No true Gamma could stand by while harm was inflicted upon his Luna, for their very purpose was to protect them. Dorian’s decision to replace him with a second Delta spoke volumes about the lack of loyalty within his ranks, a betrayal that only served to highlight his own cowardice.

Wynta watched as Dorian’s jaw clenched, realizing the gravity of her declaration that the prisoner was, in fact, her mother, right in front of Alpha Larissa. The Alpha would take it upon herself to investigate. If Dorian dared to harm her mother, claiming she was merely a prisoner who had stolen his child, he would be caught in his own lies. He was cornered, and he knew it. Fleeing was not an option with both Wynta and her mother standing before him, ready to outmaneuver him at every turn.

Her attention shifted to Nolan as Alpha Larissa snapped a band onto his wrist, its color remaining stark white. “Explain yourself,” she demanded, her tone brooking no argument.

“She died; the bond has been dissolved. I’ll need a full moon to locate her again,” Nolan muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm, do you realize I have been watching everything unfold? Your display of betrayal when Jared kissed Wynta moments ago—care to explain that?” Larissa challenged, her eyes narrowing.

“I… I,” he stammered, caught off guard.

“Wynta is a blood witch wolfen hybrid, which I suspect you already know given your desperate attempts to capture her. She can discern her Mate the moment she connects with her bloodline. In fact, she can activate the mating band before the full moon. All it requires is a single drop of her blood on the band, and it will respond magically, allowing her Mate to scent her immediately.”

“What?” Jared interjected, his surprise evident.

“Hmm, it seems she conceals the truth from you as well,” Larissa remarked, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Wynta, come here and let a drop of your blood touch the band on Nolan’s wrist, and then on Jared’s as well.”

“Yes, please do,” Jared urged, his enthusiasm palpable.

Wynta turned her gaze to him, feeling Remi huff in her mind. “I’d prefer to do this the right way. I want him to scent me under the full moon as it’s meant to be,” she asserted, her voice firm.

“I understand, but I’m merely ensuring that two Alphas are put in their rightful places—one a complete liar who will face the consequences of his actions, and the other who has been deceived,” Larissa replied, her hand shooting out to seize Nolan as he attempted to flee.

Wynta felt her aura surge, enveloping him and forcing him to the ground. She approached, one of Remi’s claws extending as she pierced her own wrist, allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the moonstone mating band on Nolan’s wrist.

The band turned a vivid red, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface before it shattered into pieces, disappearing from his wrist. The onlookers stared in stunned silence. “That is the symbol of a shattered bond that can never be restored. You were Mates, and now you are not, and will never be, for Wynta will never accept you back,” Larissa stated with an unsettling calm.

She shook her head, her voice laced with certainty. “Your fate was sealed the moment you forged an alliance with an Alpha unworthy of his own kind. You crossed from the Wolfen Realm into the human realm, yet clung to the outdated ways of the past to achieve your selfish desires.” With a wave of her hand, several wolves in blue uniforms appeared. “Restrain him with silver; his punishment will be determined by the king himself.”

“What?” Nolan gasped in disbelief. “I haven’t offended the king!”

“Are you so sure? Where do you think blood witches originate? Who are they loyal to, and who do they serve? The king himself… You could have possessed something invaluable but chose to disregard what Selena granted you. Shame on you,” she declared, gesturing for him to be taken away.

Wynta shook her head in disbelief, but before she could process her thoughts, she felt a pair of arms encircle her. “Sweetheart, it’s my turn,” Jared practically purred in her ear, his voice low and inviting.

“They forced her to do that!” Dorian snarled, his frustration palpable.

“Hmm, really? Who on this earth can compel Wynta to do anything against her will? From what I know of her bloodline, there are none except the royal coven leader herself. Would you like me to contact them and discuss Wynta?” Larissa challenged, her tone sharp.

Wynta observed as Dorian’s gaze darted between Larissa, herself, and the woman beside him. Finally, he relented. “Fine, I accept her severing from me. We’ll take our leave. Thank you for clarifying matters. I only ever wanted to ensure my child was alive and well, unharmed and cared for.”

As he reached out to grab her mother, Wynta’s voice rang out, firm and unwavering. “Oh no, you can’t take her with you,” she declared, stepping boldly toward him. “She is my mother, and I will be claiming her now.”

“You severed your kin bonds to all,” Dorian stated, gripping her mother’s arm tightly. Wynta allowed him to pull her mother to her feet before speaking again.

“I only severed my bond with my father, not my mother. That is how I know who she is. I remain fully bonded to her. This woman you call a prisoner, who supposedly stole me at birth and killed your Luna to do so…” Wynta reached out, her hand brushing against her mother’s face for the first time. “Is my mother. She saved me from a monster like you.”

Her mother’s face finally lifted to meet hers, and Wynta was struck by the resemblance—the same facial structure, the same skin tone, the same large eyes, albeit in a different shade; chocolate brown instead of hazel green. Tears threatened to spill as she gazed at her mother, the weight of their connection crashing over her. “Hi,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Her mother looked back at Wynta, her expression filled with awe and recognition. Their eyes roamed over each other’s features, taking in the details that had been absent for so long. In that moment, time seemed to freeze, and Wynta felt the weight of the world shift. She could sense the myriad of possible futures unfolding before her, each path diverging based on the choices made in the next few moments.

Dorian was poised to yank her mother away, using her as leverage to escape the pack. Wynta could see the darkness of that outcome, the horror of her mother being torn from her, and in her mind’s eye, she envisioned unleashing her wrath upon him, a bloodlust ignited by the thought of her mother’s suffering. The vision was clear: none would survive her fury—not even Jared.

But then, reality rushed back in, and she felt Remi surge within her, a wave of fury coursing through her veins. None of those alternate outcomes were what she desired. Time was slipping away, and she grasped the urgency of the moment. She understood that she had to act, to bring Dorian down before he could seize the upper hand.