He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care (Wynta and Jared ) novel Chapter 140

Avetta

She sat on the hospital bed, having changed from her clothes to a hospital gown and let Hera assess those binding stones, but she showed her where the silver was as well. They had to wait on what order they had been placed inside of her body. Even Hera agreed with that.

Though she frowned at the silver under her skin. “Why didn’t you remove that?” came from her. “I don’t think you’ve been affected by it.” she looked at her. “You haven’t aged from it being there.”

“I’m not per se, but it keeps my wolf Litha dormant and away from Dorian’s cruelty and the pain he inflicts upon me. We both kind of antagonized him into doing that, and came to our own agreement, which was to leave it there until he was dead.” She shrugged, “Though this works too.”

“Hera nodded, her expression thoughtful. “The silver must be removed first if your wolf is to heal you when we take out the binding stones. But who was it that put them inside you?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“A dark witch he knows,” Avetta replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Leave her be. She helped me just as much as she helped him. She understood what I was, and she was merely trying to survive herself. I think she’s more gray than dark now; I sense she’s on a path toward the light. She does more good than harm, in my opinion.”

Hera nodded slowly, absorbing Avetta’s words. “That will likely be up to the blood witch clan to decide.”

Avetta felt a familiar pang of uncertainty. There wasn’t much more she could articulate, but she understood, as all witches did, that one could transition from light to dark and vice versa, or even dwell in the gray if they so chose. “You’ll tell them what I just shared with you,” she urged.

“They’ll probably want her brought in for questioning. Her intent will determine whether she is saved or condemned,” Hera stated matter-of-factly. “It’s not a decision I can make.”

Avetta felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She didn’t blame the dark witch; in fact, she silently thanked her for her cryptic ways of assisting her at every turn. As Hera’s hand hovered over the stones embedded in her body, memories flooded back to how they had come to be placed there in the first place.

Dorian had employed that same dark witch he always relied upon to embed those stones into her. It had happened after she had firmly rejected him, a moment of defiance that followed Wynta’s rescue. Though Dorian had believed Wynta had died during childbirth, his fury was palpable—not only over the loss of their child but also because he could no longer claim Avetta as his own. The rejection had ignited a rage within him; he could not mark or mate with her again. He suspected she was using some form of witchcraft against him to prevent him from doing so. In a fit of rage, he had her sedated and ordered the dark witch to place the binding stones throughout her body, a desperate attempt to bind her witch lineage and stop her from thwarting his claim over her.

Dorian needed that control, for before him lay a lifeless baby girl he had believed was his own child. He needed their child to be born within a mate bond, not outside of it, if she were to possess the power he desired. That was what the witch had told him, which was why he had never rejected Avetta all those years.

The binding stones inside her didn’t aid Dorian in his quest to reclaim her; they were not a spell. The dark witch was aware of this, but she had no interest in provoking Dorian’s wrath. She had been the one to slip a piece of wolfen realm zinc into Avetta’s clothing. The witch’s intent was to help Avetta maintain a connection to her child, even with the copper binding stones inside her. It allowed her to appear wholly loyal to Alpha Dorian while secretly aiding Avetta. When Avetta discovered the stone, she had felt the genuine intent behind the witch’s actions.

She had never concealed the truth from Dorian. When he learned that Wynta was alive, she had told him she had bled their daughter to another. So not even he would recognize her, and the zinc stone she carried contained their true daughter’s blood. It was a lie, but he remained oblivious. She had explained that the stone would react to Wynta’s presence, and that was how she would identify their daughter.

Dorian had attempted to take the stone from her, but she had merely smiled and said, “It’ll only work for the witch that imbued it and no other. My blood is also in that stone,” she had deceived him. “No other witch can use it.” With no choice left, he had allowed her to keep it all these years, dragging her across the country, hoping to see the stone react to their daughter’s presence. It amused her greatly, as the stone had never reacted because it was built on a lie.

Dorian had caught the scent of her blood that day and rushed into the room, mistakenly believing she was trying to rid herself of the stone from her neck. The pain Wynta felt through their connection was the result of the two stones interacting, burning Avetta’s skin.

Dorian had witnessed the wound she inflicted upon herself, and his fury had reached a boiling point. His unit had restrained her, and he had pried the zinc from the copper binding stone, the reaction of the two stones consuming her flesh. He feared she might die, and he needed her alive to locate Wynta if that pack took her away.

It was that very pain that compelled Wynta to sever her ties. Her self-inflicted agony had been a powerful catalyst for Avetta’s desire for her daughter’s freedom. Dorian could not claim Wynta if there was no kin bond between them. Wynta had howled in pain the instant Dorian had, collapsing on the floor, sobbing even after he regained his composure.

In her anguish, she had clawed at herself, screamed, and wailed, putting on a dramatic display of grief over the loss of her child. She had grabbed anything sharp, attempting to stab him and his unit, and even herself. She had been a tempest of fury, and they had to contain her while keeping her alive.

Dorian had been so preoccupied with the task of saving her life that it had given Jared and Edward the opportunity to devise a plan to rescue Wynta from that hospital. Avetta felt a swell of gratitude for their genuine desire to protect her daughter. They were good wolves, and she had seen that clearly.

Sometimes, amidst her turmoil, she envisioned a man who would love and cherish her daughter, even if she was wolf-less and essentially human. He would still adore her, and Avetta understood that. The moment she laid eyes on Jared Hayes, she recognized him as the man destined to be her daughter’s new son—a loyal and trustworthy companion, just like his father had been to his own mate.