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.

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

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 too

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

Laura orders me and I do, wincing as she puts the bandage on tight, not enough to restrict my breathing, but firm enough that I felt myself

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

for a moment I hesitate. Yes I want to

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

I put on a brave face and I can tell she’s trying to tell if I’m telling the truth or lying. I fix my big blue eyes on

to speak

her. She’s trying to help

watching as

in, all confident and cocky like. I curse myself for thinking he’s handsome. The bastard

us. I frown

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

I force out and like I had hoped he sprung around to go and fetch the

I limp towards the hospital’s exit, frantically dashing through, hoping that I’ll make it

booms from behind me, stopping all the staff

are you going. You are hurt, injured and trying to run. How can you be so

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

and plonking myself down,