The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Johnathon’s POV

T head back to my next class, listening to my wolf’s growls and protests, pushing them aside. But something

doesn’t feel right to me. Why did she look so defeated back there, as though she’d been expecting to be rejected?

Mates generally stayed together and I felt a pang as I remembered the sad look in her eyes. She’d looked so broken

and I had helped make her that way.

Class seemed to take forever and, to be honest, I had no clue what subject I was currently in, let alone did I care.

All I could think about was her and the niggling feeling in my gut. Something was wrong, I could feel it and my wolf

could sense it. The bell couldn’t ring fast enough for me and, to my dismay, I was held back by the teacher, who had a serious look on his face.

“Johnathon, I understand you’re the alpha, but that doesn’t mean not paying attention in class” he said gravely,

and I glower at him, causing him to take a step back. My eyes turn pitch black in warning and he babbles something

at me and then let’s me go.

in my life, packing up my things and dashing out the door. I’ll just

go home. I say to myself and my wolf says nothing, instead telling me to run. I remember the last place I’d seen

as though they had done something. When they see me they scatter, making me

open the classroom door, blood draining out

her ribs and I watched how she trembled as she

do anything she fell down again in front of me as I roared “Somebody get a doctor here now” at the top of my Alpha tone, sending students and teachers

her bruised face. She looks so childlike in that instance, so fragile, and I quietly pick

weighs anything at all, I notice absently as I maneovre her carefully out

stops as she stares at me and Winter.

and I follow, my legs feeling like dead weights as we go into the nurse’s room.

I carefully place Winter down, gently, not wanting to

as she takes in Winter’s

grimly, “but

her over” she says slowly, and I raise my

peels her shirt and jumper up, exposing her body. I could cry at the amount

aren’t all new” I growl

“as though she’s been beaten a few times. The poor girl, I

cries and

trickling down her pale cheek. Without thinking,

tell me where it hurts”, the nurse asks, and Winter points to

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