The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Winter POV

We pull up into the driveway and I shudder looking at the house. Had it always looked this intimidating and

imposing or was my imagination going into overdrive? I’m reluctant to get out of the car and I watch as Damien gets

out, part of me wanting to cower against the seat and stay in the car. I know he’s told me that father is gone forever

but a small part of me thinks he could be lying, that this could be a trap and that’s what keeps me from getting out.

My brother looks exasperated but I don’t care.

“Winter” he says softly, knocking on my window “it’s safe to come out, I promise he’s not here.”

I just look at him and then slowly, quietly, get out, closing the car door behind me. To my surprise Damien takes hold of my hand and gives it a squeeze, I guess his way of trying to reassure me as we walk up the driveway and to the front door together.

Damien reaches out and opens the door, turning the light on and going inside, while I clutch his hand with a death grip. The lounge room is completely littered with beer bottles and there’s father’s odor still drifting in the air. I gag, putting a hand over my mouth and taking deep breaths. I’m aware I’m still in a hospital gown but I’m too scared

to go upstairs by myself.

“Are you hungry?” Damien asks and I shake my head, tugging at my hospital gown and looking at him with wide

eyes in an effort to get him to understand what I want.

“You want to get changed” he says and I nod.

“Go on then” he urges and I shake my head, pulling on his hand while he stares at me confused.

down at the ground. He uses a finger to lift my chin, staring deeply into my

I pull him behind me as I

gets impatient though and scoops me up, carrying me the

bed.

unchanged and I gesture towards my dresser. My brother nods and rifles through the drawers and throws a shirt and pants at me, which I catch but I continue to look at him. He’s clearly perplexed

I’m not wearing any at the moment. I

bright red.

top drawer. He acts as though is hand is

the urge to laugh. He pointedly

own?” he asks and I nod. There’s no way I’m about to ask my brother for help getting dressed. I don’t

frowns. “Knock on the wall

and I wait impatiently until he’s left the

I was panting heavily by the time I was done. The clothes hung on me but so did

Loudly

in. “Anything

before he can pick me up. I mime a pen and

he gets

point to my desk where a

before swiftly picking me up and

me on the couch and I flinch, looking

points out and I relax, letting him

looking a little lost. This is

to anyone caring for me like

to me, carefully placing my bad foot and leg on top

his lap.

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