He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care (Wynta and Jared ) novel Chapter 137

Avetta

She was walked to the pack hospital; that new coven leader seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, had not come to this pack with the intent that the former cover leader would have. She appeared to be kind and logical, listened to Wynta’s request and accepted it. Though she was also certain that Hera understood just what Wynta was, and had now seen what she could do.

Avetta had felt nothing, no connection to any of those seers that had arrived. Her own mother had severed herself from the clan long ago in order to be with her Goddess-Gifted wolfen mate. She knew that she had come into the knowledge of it when she’d been gifted her abilities. She also knew who that matriarch was, her direct kin just five generations removed.

That matriarch had witnessed Wynta’s extraordinary gifts, and though she had turned her back, Avetta knew that her daughter was a treasure that many would covet. The Royals from every realm would undoubtedly seek her loyalty, eager to have Wynta predict the outcomes of their futures. But Avetta’s resolve was unshakeable; no one would ever possess her daughter. Wynta’s abilities were meant for her alone, and for those she cherished. Anyone who attempted to seize her would find themselves facing the full force of Wynta’s foresight, a power that would allow her to escape their clutches—or worse, eliminate them if necessary.

Avetta reflected on Nolan, who had tried and failed to manipulate Wynta even before she had fully realized her potential. It was a testament to her daughter’s strength that she had rejected him and left that pack behind. Avetta had always sensed that hidden lineage within Wynta, a protective instinct that had guided her to trust her own instincts and walk away from danger.

As she walked alongside Hera, listening to her converse with her mate, Jared Hayes, Avetta’s heart swelled with pride. Wynta was firmly asserting her independence, telling Jared that she would keep the marking and mating bands on until she felt ready. Was she playfully teasing him, or did she truly possess an innate understanding of when the right moment would arrive? Either way, Avetta felt a pang of longing for her daughter to fully embrace her power and autonomy.

Approaching the hospital room, Avetta felt a heavy sigh threaten to escape her lips. She dreaded the thought of Wynta discovering the full extent of her past, yet she knew that denying her daughter the truth was not an option. Wynta had a right to know, and Avetta could not shield her from the realities of their shared history.

While she couldn’t see the past or the future in any conventional sense, Avetta’s gift was a protective shield that activated only when necessary. It wasn’t something Wynta could control, nor would she likely want to. All Avetta desired was to awaken the dormant wolf that lay deep within her, hidden away in the recesses of her mind. Dorian had believed he had eradicated her wolf, thinking that the silver binding her would keep it at bay. But Avetta knew better; as a hybrid, the silver didn’t extinguish her wolf—it merely lulled it into a deep slumber.

Dorian had underestimated her resilience. The silver might have dulled her senses, but it hadn’t extinguished her spirit. She had chosen to keep her wolf asleep, a protective measure against the pain Dorian had inflicted upon her. The anguish she had endured leading up to Wynta’s conception was unbearable; the betrayal of Dorian mating with another to produce his firstborn child had cut her deeply.

The thought of Litha finding a true Mate, someone who would cherish her, filled Avetta with hope. She had long since severed her emotional ties to Dorian, who had dragged her through the mud for far too long. The tether he had placed upon her since the death of his daughter had bound her for thirty-two years, but she had finally reclaimed her freedom.

Rejection had become her weapon. She had made her intentions clear, unbinding herself from Dorian forever. The blood witch clan’s laws were absolute; once a Mate was rejected, they were free—forever. The bond was not merely severed; it was obliterated. Avetta had witnessed the shattering of Nolan’s bond on Wynta’s wrist, a vivid reminder of the power of rejection.

Dorian had never truly understood the ramifications of crossing a blood witch. She had played a long game, meticulously planning her revenge for every ounce of pain he had inflicted upon her. Today, as Litha awakened, Avetta felt a flicker of hope that justice would finally be served.