The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Damien POV

I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but I’m no longer enjoying the cruelty I usually show to my younger

sister Winter. There’s just something about the way that she stares at me, so much pain in her gaze, that I feel a flash

of guilt. If our mother was still alive, then Winter would still be happy and a go lucky child or teenager, but instead

she’s grown up in a house full of abuse. I never used to mind, but lately it has been weighing heavily on my

conscience. My mother would be upset to see the way that father and I treat her. She loved Winter so much. Died

little

I needed to. The drunken old man had gotten himself fired again, but I guess that’s what happens when you constantly turn up to work either drunk or severely hungover. I’ve lost count of how many jobs he’s been fired from. It’s quite pathetic really. I know that he misses mum but surely he needs to move on at some stage? The last time! suggested that though, he

to the surface and, for whatever reason, can’t get rid of a niggling feeling in my gut, turning to my friends and blowing them off as they protest.Whatever this feeling is, I sense I need to go home. They can deal without me for one night, for heaven’s sake.It’s not like they don’t see me at school every day. Well, at least on the days I bother to go. I rush back to the house but don’t run.The entire time I try to convince myself that everything is fine and that I’m just overreacting. After

facing my father when he was on

quiet, too quiet as I let myself in, my father snoring wildly in the recliner, a beer bottle loosely clutched in his hand. Where was Winter? Dread rises up inside of me. Normally, she would already be in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, but I couldn’t see her from my

scent of blood in the air and my heart sinks. I

any wounds that I can see. I went round the corner and stopped, absolutely horrified, all the blood draining out of my face. I can’t believe my eyes and I force the bile down that tries to rise in my

is lying there on the cold hard ground and she looks like a rag doll, both

and I can see it’s change of color, some of it old. How long had she been lying there like that for?

nose at the smell of her blood, relieved to see her chest rising and falling. She

have you done, old man” I say grimly, bending to pick her up,

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