The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Winter POV

I’m dreading going into the house after being so late. My father is going to be pissed dinner’s not on the table,

but to my shock the house is pitch black, no lights in the house on at all. Even my brother appears to be missing. I

almost shout out hallelujah in my excitement, shuffling along in pain until I reach the kitchen.

Theres signs father has been home most of the day. Tons of beer bottles, most empty, sitting on the old, faded,

wooden dining table. I sigh. If he’s gone out its most likely he’s gone to the pub. Which means he won’t be home until late, with luck well after I’ve gone to bed. It’s almost as if the moon goddess decided to give me a helping hand and I can’t help but begin to hum under my breath despite everything.

Then I hear it. The smallest sound but loud enough to cause me to freeze in terror, the creak of the front door as it opens and I turn in hesitation, praying it’s not my father. I haven’t had enough time to start dinner yet and I could feel my body beginning to tremble, my hands shaking as I stand and wait to see who it is.

“Winter” I hear my brother’s shout and my heart begins to beat at a normal pace again. I could handle Damien, but I wondered what he wanted and why he wasn’t out smoking weed with my friends.

“Where are you” he growls.

kitchen” I squeak, feeling timid like a small mouse must feel. I

then stops, folding his arms and glaring at me. I’m a bit confused. Had I done something to upset him? Or was he just finding any excuse

his arms around “why didn’t you tell me or

him what? I’m completely

“I overhear that Jessica b***h bragging about how she’s beaten up my little sister

when did he give a damn about me or what I went through

says tightly and I still, biting my lip and looking away from him. As if I’m going

impatient though and before I can stop him, he’s lifting up my jumper and shirt while I struggle

than me, and I see his eyes widen

blush as I realize how far he’s pulled them up and quickly tug them down as

I spit out, folding my arms and trying not to wince at the pain “since when did you ever give a damn about me, your little sister? You’ve

as though begging for forgiveness. “Winter” he says almost pleading with me as I raise my eyebrows “I know what I’ve done to you is

mother” | almost scream hysterical, tears flowing down my cheeks as I begin to sob. It’s always the same thing with him and father, blaming me for something that

Had he just said that? After all these years was he finally

a hand through his hair impatiently “and because I was young, and I was angry, I believed him when he turned on you. So help me god let that bastard lie

down. I’ve done it too many times before and been disappointed, but some part of me, a very small

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