The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 13

I sit in the bleak looking hospital room, grateful that Johnathon had the common sense to leave me alone and sit

in the hallway. I’m so angry at him for forcing me to come here when I don’t want to go. I feel a sense of panic. What if they call my father and tell him I’m here? He’ll kill me for sure. I try to hold my tears at bay as a young woman

comes walking in, dressed in a doctor’s coat. She looks concerned and I wonder if she’s been told about my injuries already. I bet Johnathon told her.

“Winter” the woman says quietly, and I glance at her name tag. It reads Laura. She continues with a smile that

I’m sure she means to be reassuring. “I hear that you’ve been badly hurt. Can you show me where?”

“I really need to get home” I say hastily. “I was expected to be there ages ago.”

She frowns. “I’m sure your family is worried about you. Would you like me to call them?”

I shook my head ” No, it’s fine. I don’t want to bother them.”

She gives me a strange look but theres no way I want them contacting my father or my brother. I shudder at the thought.

“It hurts here” I finally mumble as she looks at me, patiently waiting. I know she’s not going to leave me alone until I show her and so I reluctantly push up my shirt and jumper so she can look at my ribs. Laura gently prods my rib cage and I give a yelp, unable to help myself. Christ that hurt. Now Laura is looking away and I fidget as I see her looking over at my old bruises.

pull my top and jumper back down, which I do, feeling a lot less vulnerable now that my body is covered. “Your ribs are broken. I can wrap them up for you until they heal properly” she offered “give you some painkillers to help with the pain. Would you

a bad idea considering I was in a massive amount of pain. Maybe, if I rationed them, I could keep some for at home when the pain from my beatings

complain if she wants to wrap a bandage around my stomach and rib cage to make me more comfortable. At this rate I won’t heal until late tomorrow and I want to be able

do, wincing as she puts the bandage on tight, not enough to restrict my breathing, but firm

and stares directly at me, making me feel extremely nervous. I know what she’s about to ask and theres no way I’m going to tell her the truth. I value my life too much. “Winter, I can tell that you have old bruises

at home?” she asks delicately and for a moment I hesitate. Yes I want to scream,

I don’t. I can’t and my chest feels tight as I answer, lying completely to the kind

tell if I’m telling the

to speak to them. Make a report about the

and I feel bad for her. She’s trying to help

nod, watching as she leaves, hopefully

like. I curse myself for thinking he’s handsome. The bastard rejected me for heaven’s sake. I shouldn’t feel anything for him but everytime he comes

mate bond between us. I

family. I can’t let him know my shameful secret. It’s none of his business. I don’t even want to imagine the consequences of having a boy take me home and my father seeing it. Heck, Damien would punish me for it as well and make fun of me. I can’t stand

out and like I had hoped he sprung

he’s gone. I limp towards the hospital’s exit, frantically dashing

voice booms from behind me, stopping all the staff and patients in

and trying to run. How can you be so stupid” he roars and I flinch

the point? He’d just use his alpha tone on me anyway

stomping over to the bed though and plonking myself down,