The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 30

Damien POV

Something’s wrong, I can sense it but I can also see by the expression on Winter’s face that today hasn’t gone as well as I’d hoped, even with myself and Johntahon looking over her. She’s so quiet, walking slowly back to the car. She hasn’t even looked me in the eyes, not once, and I feel concerned about her. Had something bad happened to her today? I’d struggled to find her at lunch, having looked in the cafeteria and then outside. Apparently, Johnathon had been doing the same thing. I hadn’t considered the fact that Winter wouldn’t have come and got me, or that she would sit outside, especially with the loss of her voice.

I want to ask, demand answers, but she stares out the window and I sigh, starting the car. Maybe she will write

down everything when we get back home.

“Winter” I say quietly while driving and she finally looks right at me as I ponder the words to say. I don’t want to upset her. “Did something happen?”

She fidgets with her hands and stares down at the floor, tentatively shaking her head. I sigh. She’s always been a

terrible liar. Clearly there was something she wasn’t telling me.

“Winter, were you hurt?”

She shakes her head more adamently. I wish I could believe her but there’s such a look on her face, it’s clear she’s trying to hide something from me. I just wish she trusted me enough to tell me what it was.

We pull into the driveway and she almost scrambles out of her side, rushing to the front door and pulling on the

handle. I raise my eyebrows. Ever since father was conveniently taken by Johnathon’s men, I’d been locking the door. We didn’t have to worry about father coming back, but I was still worried about our safety. I take my time getting out of the car as she waits for me, her arms folded, looking impatient.

“I’m coming, I’m coming” I grumble and she stamps one foot on the ground. I pull out the front door key from my

and unlock the door, pushing it open and watching as she almost

it might be best to let her

the inside, going into the kitchen and staring miserably at the

barely anything in the refrigerator and I curse. It looks

if I want to keep myself

answer it, holding it to my ear as I

I roll my eyes. Of course it’s Johnathon.

tone that you can’t ignore, I think with

advantage.

it home” I said, a little irritable. As if I can’t take care of my own

sarcastically.

exhales and pauses for a moment “how

if he genuinely cares and all I can think about is how he rejected her.

now.

ungraciously, “she seems to be alright but she won’t talk to me about today

something must

at the stairs and lowered

on her” he instructs, and I almost want to swear at him. What did he think I

alone. I wasn’t even that

need to go”, I snapped and before he could answer, I

the dismal kitchen and shuddering. The whole house still smells like dad and I begin to

place still reeks of alcohol and

guess I’ll have to start cleaning