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.

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

it. Having the painkillers doesn’t seem like such 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 get

to 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

puts the bandage on tight, not enough to restrict my breathing, but firm enough that I felt myself beginning

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 and

asks delicately and for a moment I hesitate. Yes I want

Help me. But I don’t. I can’t and my chest feels tight as I answer, lying completely to the kind woman “I get bullied at school a lot.

can tell she’s trying to tell if I’m telling the truth or lying. I fix my

get the officer’s down here if you’d like to speak

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

watching as

and cocky 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 near

the mate bond between us. I frown at him but he doesn’t seem

my family. I can’t let him know my shameful secret. It’s none of his business. I don’t even want

need those painkillers” I force out and like I had hoped he sprung around to

the hospital’s exit, frantically dashing through, hoping that I’ll make it to the main road

booms from behind me, stopping all the staff and patients

How can you be so stupid” he

and I can’t ignore him. What would be the point? He’d just use his alpha tone on me anyway so it would just be a waste of time and

bed though and plonking myself down, foolishly forgetting about my broken