He banged his fist on the door three times and still nothing. He waited only a minute before calling out her name as he banged on the door again. “Wynta, it’s Jared, open the door.” He called out.
“Hey man, stop with the pounding already.” A man came out of the apartment next to hers. “She’s clearly not home.”
“Did you see her leave? I’m here to pick her up,” Jared asked right back.
“Nah, man, but she’s a bit of a workaholic. If she ain’t here, try her office,” he stated, “Stop the banging already, this place has got thin walls. If she was home, she’d have heard yah.” He muttered and returned to his apartment.
Jared sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, had she given up waiting on being picked up, he was two hours late and hadn’t had her number to call her. Though he had told his boys he was late, and surely they’d have relayed it to his father, who would have relayed it to her.
He stood and stared at the door. She could be in there, just ticked off he was so late and ignoring him, he supposed. He debated with himself for half a minute about whether he should pick the lock or not, but he needed to know if she had maybe gotten a cab or a lift of some kind as well. Pick the lock it was.
He couldn’t be out here hunting for her. He had to be gone from the city in 30 minutes, or he was going to be late to that Luna Ceremony and be seen as he didn’t care or was disrespecting of his brother’s new Mate Bond, and end up on the bloody shaming post getting lashed. He wasn’t having that.
The moment he stepped into her apartment, he was hit with the scent of a rogue, and his heart kind of stuttered inside his chest at the possibility that she’d been taken because he was late to pick her up. Two steps into her apartment, and he could see the entire place; It was a shoebox of an apartment.
His wolf, Creed, breathed in deeply to scent how many rogues ‘only one, and it’s female.’ Creed told him as he turned Jared’s head to look about and breathed in the tiny bathroom and kitchen, he was standing in. ‘Everything scents of rogue.’ He was told and then Creed receded. Jared frowned at that as he understood what was going on.
Wynta Morgan was a rogue she-wolf, though no one had ever told him that, though he did recall his father stating he’d been struggling to bring her into the pack. Needed Jared to do it himself. That was now odd to him. Most rogue she-wolves would want pack protection.
He saw there was a blue dress laying on the bed, it kind of looked like it had been taken off and just tossed there, and the shoes by the bed weren’t neatly laid out either. His eyes scanned the rest of the room, and the small closet door was slid open, and he could see several suits in there and the empty space where one would hang.
He picked up the dress and, yes, he could smell her scent on it quite strongly, so she’d given up waiting and likely gone to the office, seeing as there was no power here. It was quite cold in here without heating. Though that shouldn’t particularly bother her, she was a she-wolf. The neighbor was going to be right.
He bagged the dress and shoes and left, locking the door and heading for his car. Seven minutes wasted, he shook his head as he drove to the office now, he’d driven right past it on the way to her place. He pulled up in the underground car park and asked the garage attendee if he’d seen a Wynta Morgan come in this afternoon as he got out grabbing her dress bag.
“Sorry. I don’t know who that is,” he answered, “No car space registered to her that I know.”
He’d nodded to the man and gotten in the elevator. She was in marketing and knew she worked on the 7th floor. He had seen that in her company profile.
“Wynta,” he called, stepping out of the elevator, her wolfen hearing would pick it up, regardless that he was down the other end of the building. He walked right to her office, and she was sitting there at her desk, ignoring the fact that he was looking for her, “Wynta.” He rapped out her name, annoyed by her lack of acknowledgment.
Her eyes moved towards him as he strode over to her desk. “Up, we’re going to be late.” He stated flatly and when she still just sat there, he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her up from the chair. “You have got 10 minutes to put this on.” he held out the dress bag to her “We need to haul ass or be in trouble from father.” He kept it to human terms, her team was out there listening to him, and he knew it.
He gave her a push to get her moving and out the office door. “Go, get dressed in the ladies room.” He looked about and nudged her towards it and she kind of went with a bit of a stumble, and a frown on her face.
“My handbag,” she stated.
“Go, I’ll get it.” He turned away from her back to her office.
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.
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