The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

God, my head is pounding like you wouldn’t believe. I force myself to open my eyes, my throat feeling sore and

completely dry as I lick my chapped lips, confused and disorientated. Where was I, I wondered, looking around the

room, realizing it was mine. But how had I gotten here? I distinctly remember being hit on the head by father

downstairs and then nothing. I was certain I had fallen unconscious from the pain in my head. So who had put me to bed? I doubted it was father, but it was equally astonishing to think my brother Damien would show that much care

towards me. But he was the only one who could have possibly done it and I feel a small bit of gratefulness towards

him.

I force myself to roll out of bed, blinking against the bright sunlight and trying not to scream at the pain in my head. I feel the back of my hair and can tell it’s matted with dried blood and I groan, it’s going to take forever to get it all out and I’m hoping I won’t have to do something horrible like cut it. It’s taken forever for me to grow it as long as

this. I hurry to the bathroom and am ecstatic to find I’m able to wash it out with a bit of elbow grease, my hand now fully healed along with my head injury. It’s the small things in life I think to myself sourly, to be grateful for.

time and tiptoe downstairs, disgusted by the mess that greets me. There

empty beer bottles scattered all over the lounge room floor. Thankfully, father is snoring loudly

him, and I take the opportunity to make breakfast, putting his on the table. There’s no way I’m going to wake him up and face his wrath when I have school to get to. For

and I assume he’s gone to school already. Good riddance, I couldn’t have been happier this morning. I leave his breakfast out in case and grab my school

for the first time in months, and I can’t believe my good fortune. What was going

the moon goddess

the hall and I instinctively

with their conversation or possibly gossip. Whatever, as long as it has nothing to do with me, I

care less.

believe there’s a

not all, guess

speaks up and I flinch, still working on getting past them

smile on her face. “I just know that he’s going

her friends look a bit put

also want a piece of this poor

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