The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I started the next morning with a big smile on my face. Last night had been so much fun, laughing and joking with my brother, actually reminiscing about mum without him getting angry at me. I get dressed and rush downstairs, stopping in my tracks as I spot my father waiting for me. I glance upwards hoping to see Damien but there’s no sign of him and I hesitate, wondering if I should call out for help. But it was also possible that Damien had left for school already, in which case, I was on my own anyway.

My father’s beady little eyes rest on me and I flinch, smelling his breath and the beer from here. It’s repulsive,

almost as though he’s bathed in it. I stop on the steps, too frightened to make a move, but to my surprise, my father gives me a smile that instantly makes me suspicious. Why was he suddenly in a good mood? Had he maybe gotten another job already? Normally it took him weeks though. Even then, he never smiled at me. My stomach churns with dread.

“Winter” my father says heartily, and I eye him suspiciously.

“Yes” I say quietly, my feet still firmly rooted to the ground, my body beginning to tremble in fear. Something was.

He was acting too strange for my liking.

“You look pale” he says, and I place a hand on my cheek. It’s true that I’m pale, but then, other than walking to school and back, I don’t really see much sunlight. So being pale was normal for me, not that he’d notice, of course. Or it could be because it felt like all the blood had drained out of my face the second I saw he was home.

He comes closer and I instinctively flinch, raising my arm as though to shield off a hit that I suspect is coming.

Instead, nothing happens and I place my arm back down, to see a wounded expression on my father’s face.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you” he says quietly, and I want so badly to believe him, but nothing on this god-green

believe my asshole of a father. Instead, all I can wonder is what he wants. He’s never acted this civil to me ever

says slightly irritably and I exhale, cautiously moving one

my

I almost gag as I smelled his breath, saying nothing

places his hands on

and I’m stunned. Had father had a change of mind and decided he was going to stop abusing me? What had brought this on? Was I

at the table. I feel uncomfortable, awkward even. This is the most I’ve ever spoken to him in who knows

me, I inhale deeply,

it but he’d cut it into triangles, the way I’d liked to eat it when mother was still

in my life. Not only that, but I felt fine, I wasn’t sick

taking a sip of my coffee “I can’t afford to miss any classes” I add and tense waiting for him to explode. Instead, he just regards me calmly, still drinking, and

imagination or was father looking slightly fuzzy? I shake my head,

relaxed. My father looks calm. “I’m afraid the school isn’t

sick and won’t

that” I

jaw drops open. I make an

and I stare at my father, realizing that he’s laced my drink with some sort of drug. It’s the only explanation I can think of as

comes over to me, my body

me to even trust my father

had he drugged

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