The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

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.

feel. I hear his footsteps approaching, loud on the wooden

barrels inside and 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

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

him

b***h bragging about how she’s beaten up my

with me. Since when did he give a damn about me or what I went through everyday?

it?” he says tightly and I still, biting my lip and looking away from him. As if I’m

I can stop him, he’s lifting up my

see his

realize how far he’s

give a damn about me, your little sister? You’ve made my life a living

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 I’ve done to you is wrong and believe me, it’s been bad. I have always

as I begin to sob. It’s always the

he just said that? After all these years was he finally waking up to the fact that I’d just been

angry, I believed him when he turned on you. So help me god let that bastard lie to me and manipulate me. There’s

not about to let my guard down. I’ve done it too many times before and been disappointed, but some part