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 and,

irritably and I exhale, cautiously

in my chest. I wish Damien

my father says and I almost gag as I smelled his breath, saying

he wants me to prepare breakfast, but to my surprise, he places his hands on my shoulders and forces me to sit at

says jovially “coffee?” he asks, and I’m stunned. Had father had a change of mind and decided he was going to stop abusing

please” | mumble and he nods, brusquely making one up as I stare down at the table. I feel uncomfortable, awkward even. This is the most I’ve ever spoken to him in who knows how long and I’m not quite sure what

the toast and coffee in front of me, I inhale deeply, appreciating the strong aroma, giving father a

take a small nibble of mine, feeling emotional. He’d put peanut butter on it but he’d cut it into triangles, the way I’d liked to eat it when mother was still alive.

day of school in my life. Not only that, but I felt fine, I wasn’t sick at all. I

protest thickly, 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

father looking slightly fuzzy? I

My father looks calm. “I’m afraid the school isn’t expecting you” he

own head “I’ve already called to advise them your sick and won’t be in

shocked. “Why would you do that” I say slowly, my mouth beginning to feel

drops open.

laced my drink with some sort of drug. It’s the only explanation I can think of as the room starts

me, my body sliding out

my eyes. How stupid of me to even trust my father for a moment. I should

why had he

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