He's an Alpha: She doesn't Care

CH 10

Wynta

She was still sitting at her desk working when her name was suddenly rapped out in what she thought was an impatient, annoyed tone. She moved her eyes to the laptop clock. It read twenty to five. Then she looked to see who was demanding her attention. Not many in the office would do that.

Her eyes moved over the tall dark-haired man that was striding into her office, looking very annoyed at her. She got that wolfen scent from him, and then a moment later recognized him as one, Jared Hayes, Edwards' eldest son. The very man that had told her he wasn’t picking her up. “Up, we’re going to be late.” He told her in a firm tone.

She was about to lean back in her chair and ask him what he was doing here at all, when he just pulled her up from her chair and was pushing a dress bag at her. She frowned as she realized it was actually her dress bag, it had the logo of the designer on it, he couldn’t possibly know what she was going to wear.

She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, only to have him explain to her, “We need to haul ass or be in trouble from father.” He told her, and then he was just pushing her out of her office and looking about, then told her to go and get changed.

She walked into the ladies’ room and stood looking at herself in the mirror. She’d barely gotten a word out at all. Pushy, demanding Alpha, she thought with a shake of her head. Did she really want to do this? Go there with him after that text message. She wondered if he’d gotten to the pack and Edward had seen she wasn’t with him and blown a gasket and sent him right back to collect her. She kind of snorted at the thought of it.

Though she was unhappy that Jared had clearly broken into her apartment, collected her dress and brought it to her. Even her shoes were there, though not her evening clutch or the pack invitation. She sighed and stood there, he could bloody wait for her to fix her hair; she’d waited on him.

She stood looking at her hair. She’d spend time parting it perfectly down the middle and then twisting back a section to make a pretty knot high on the back of her head and then curling out the rest to hang loose down her back.

Even though it was very simple, she thought it looked nice at the same time. Besides braiding or pulling her hair up in a ponytail, she wasn’t one to do anything fancy with her hair for the office, just neat and easy, out of the way.

She stepped out of the bathroom and Jared looked her over and nodded. It seemed he was happy with her appearance, then his hand was on her arm, and he was striding away across the office, and she was made to follow him. She could see her entire team watching herself being practically dragged by this man.

She dug her heels in and pulled him to a stop, “Do you mind, I don’t like being man-handled.” She snapped at him, and she heard her team snort. They all knew her temperament around men, and then they all had their faces buried in their work as Jared looked to them, and their laughing.

He frowned down at her and then let go. “Keep up,” he told her, and she was made to stride after him, “I need to get my jacket.”

“My car is underground. You won’t need it,” he stated without stopping.

She took a breath in and saw Tallah hold her hand out for the dress bag. “Thank you,” she stated, and handed it over.

“I’ll leave it in your office.”

She got in the elevator with him, and his impatient look as he held the doors open for her. She wasn’t short at five-nine, and she was wearing one-inch heels, nearly standing at six feet now, but still, it was a struggle to keep up with him.

The doors closed on the office, and he snapped, “Why did you leave your apartment? This, me coming here, just wasted time. My having to track you down, think yourself lucky that I entered your apartment and collected your dress, or you’d be causing me to waste more time.”

She stared at him, was he stupid? He was the one that told her he wasn’t picking her up and she wouldn’t be missed. She just turned and faced forward with a slight shake of her head. Wynta wasn’t going to be drawn into an argument with him. There was no point as far as she was concerned.

“I was late, I get it… but to make me have to hunt you, a rogue down. It’s disrespectful. You should have just sat and waited as you were told to.” He told her, in that I’m in charge, I’m the Alpha here, not you tone. She pressed her lips together and declined to answer him once more.

“Bloody answer me,” he rapped out as the elevator opened into the car park.

She stepped out and stated, “If one doesn’t have anything nice to say, one should say anything at all.” She wanted to call him an arrogant so-and-so but refrained. She also wanted to show him that text, put it right in his face and grate out ‘Why the hell would I when you weren’t coming to pick me up?’

But she didn’t. Alphas were all the same, just out there doing what they pleased to get what it was they wanted. Wynta got in the car as he directed her to and did up her seatbelt, then just sat quietly and watched the streets go by. She didn’t need to talk to him, and she knew how to sit quietly and be invisible. Had done that inside her home pack growing up.

He said nothing for a long time and then he kind of huffed over there in the driver’s seat, “My apologies for being late in picking you up. My flight was delayed, and roads were washed out. I had to take several detours.”

She almost shook her head, why did he bother to explain his circumstances to her? She didn’t know. He was the Alpha, he didn’t have to, to her, she was just a rogue that no one would miss. She kept her eyes out the window and half an hour later the rain was less a wild downpour and more just normal rain.

Then it stopped raining as they turned off the freeway and headed up a road into the mountains, “Finally,” he murmured. Though as she looked up at the sky, she didn’t think it was over, just a break in the weather.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” he muttered.

“I, a rogue, wouldn’t want to be disrespectful to you, Alpha blood.” She murmured, using the rogue terminology for one such as himself, she wouldn’t call him an Alpha. She could feel his eyes on her with her words, but she ignored it and continued to look out the window.

His phone rang, and he answered it to her annoyance, how many ads were there about driving and using your phone. He put it on speakerphone and dropped it onto the console between their two seats.

“What Lotti?” he asked, sounding just as annoyed and impatient with her as he was with Wynta.

“How close are you to the pack? I got caught in the storm, and now my car has just gone off the road. I’m so sorry, Jared, but if you’re not there yet, could you see to coming and getting me too?”

Wynta looked at him as he pulled the car up on what she could only think of as being the pack road, “I’m a mile from the gate.” He sighed and Wynta saw him frown and lean forward and look at the sky.

“Jared, I really don’t want to be late and take a lashing. Please could you see to coming and getting me… I know it might also make you be late… but.” She kind of trailed off.

“Where exactly are you?” Jared muttered.

“I’m not that far just down near the back entrance to the pack, there was water on the road, and I hydroplaned and am stuck in a ditch… it was quite scary,” Lotti added.

Jared looked at his watch, and then at the sky and to Wynta herself, and he huffed, “Start walking this way. Leave the damned car Lotti. It can be collected tomorrow. You shouldn’t have left the pack today at all, you know the consequences.”

“I had to… I had to pick up the gift for Raelynn. It wasn’t ready until today,” she murmured, sounding apologetically.

“I don’t care,” Jared stated and ended the phone call. Then he turned to Wynta, “It’s about a 10 or 15-minute walk down that path. Just show the gate guard your invitation and he’ll let you in.”

“Are you kidding me?” she stared at him; it was bloody freezing out there, and he’d not given her the time to pick up her jacket, told her she wouldn’t need it.

“No, if you’re in the pack by six, you’ll avoid punishment. I’m trying to help you avoid that,” he stated as he leaned across the car and pulled the door handle to her door, and pushed it open with one hand while his other unclipped her seatbelt.

She bit her lips together, in anger as he directed her to get out of his car. Her invitation was in the clutch purse, that was likely still lying on her bed in her apartment. Her eyes were on him, and she was more than angry as she stared at him. It wouldn’t be missed on him.

“Out,” he stated, “Or we’ll all be punished.”

“Such a f*****g gentleman.” She grated and got out of her car. He stared at her more than shocked by her coarse words, and she watched his mouth open and close, as he couldn’t seem to find any words. She snapped the door shut in his face and he glared at her for a single moment before turning away, putting the car in reverse and driving away from her.

The wind whipped her hair about her face, and she hugged her arms to herself as she watched him just drive away and leave her there. If he was a gentleman, she’d have been allowed to stay in the car, and he’d have driven her all the way to the gate, asked for someone to pick her up. It was only a mile as he’d told Lotti. Or she could have just stayed in the car while he went and got Lotti.

But no, she was just a rogue to him, so he’d not given her a choice, just put her out of the car and told her to walk a mile up that hill, in heels on the wet footpath, without a jacket to protect herself from the cold. “Some Alpha you’ll turn out to be.” She muttered.

“I hope Lance has pup soon and hits 100 before you find your Mate.” she muttered, as she watched his car drive out of sight and around the bend. She sighed to herself as she looked about, her skin was already covered in goosebumps.