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.

go home. I say to myself and my wolf says nothing, instead telling me to run. I remember the last place I’d seen her and make a run to her classroom, surprised to see a crowd of cheerleaders coming out of the room,

done something. When they see me they scatter, making me even

draining out

and I watched how she trembled as she got to her feet.

quicker, reacted, because before I could 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 scurrying to do just that. I kneel in front of Winter and push back the hair covering her face, my heart

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

notice absently as I maneovre her carefully out of the classroom with

me and Winter. I growl at her and she

legs feeling like dead weights as we go into

not wanting to hurt her. She still

and gasps as she takes in Winter’s

say grimly, “but I intend

she says slowly, and I raise my eyebrows at her, refusing to move and she sighs, unable to order an

her body. I could cry at the amount of injuries and bruises on her

I growl and the nurse

she agrees, “as though she’s been beaten a few times.

cries and the nurse profusely

so sorry” she says, and Winter just nods, a tear trickling down her

it hurts”, the nurse asks, and Winter points to her ribs, looking exhausted and

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