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.

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

confused. Had I done something

arms around “why

Tell him what? I’m

how she’s beaten up my little sister and her cheerleader friends helped

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

though and before I can stop him, he’s lifting up my

do, he’s much stronger than me, and I see his eyes widen as he takes in

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

ever give a damn about me, your little sister? You’ve made my life a living hell Damien, you have no right to pretend to care now.” I’m almost shouting by now

done before speaking, in a gentle voice instead of an angry one, his hands held out as though begging for forgiveness. “Winter” he says almost pleading with me as I raise my eyebrows “I know what

sob. It’s always the same thing with him and father, blaming me for something that was completely out of my

gape at him. Had he just said that? After all these years was he finally waking up to the fact that I’d just been an innocent child

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 to me and manipulate me. There’s no excuse for what I’ve done

many times before and been disappointed, but some part of me, a very small part

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