The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Winter POV

It’s the day before my eighteenth birthday and it’s completely slipped Damien’s mind. He’s been too upset and distraught over the fact I’ll never speak again, to even give it a thought. Johnathon continues to slip through the

corridors and follow me from class to class. If he wasn’t an Alpha he’d be in detention for being so late to his own.

That also reminds me, I wonder how on earth he was expelled from two other schools. Who would dare expel an

Alpha? It boggles my mind.

I’m so busy staring out the window, lost in my daydreams and plotting, that I fail to notice the last school bell has rung and that everyone, almost everyone has left. Except for me. How could I have been so stupid? The only

reason Jessica and her Cronies had stayed away was because of Johnathon and Damien. Everyone had noticed them

following me. I gulp as I look at her and the small group of friends that have gathered in a crowd around my desk. Where the hell was Johnathon and Damien when I actually needed them for heavens sake.

Jessica leans over, her long blonde hair trailing over her shoulder as she pushes it back impatiently. “You know

you never got punished for Killing Thomas” she murmurs to me “the police just let it go but I know that you’re a

murderer. Thomas was our friend and because of you he’s dead” she snaps, her eyes flashing black for a moment.

Just like me she’s close to her eighteenth birthday and her wolf is dangerously close to the surface.

want to cry out, protest, after everything he’d tried to do to me. But of course I can’t utter a sound as she laughs and

and I push back my chair and try to run, muffled screaming coming from my mouth

floor, my back hitting the hard wooden floor. They drag me to the doorway and I glance through, my heart sinking as

I flinch. She knew exactly what I was thinking, but what would have distracted them both from coming to my side? It had to have been

extremely important.

me and roughly begins to shove me towards the door. The girls surround me

sight and I wave my arms wildly, kicking and scratching as they pull me with them, until we are

stung. Jessica takes great delight in kicking me to the

hair as I lay there, looking up

and enjoying this. No compassion or empathy in

you for murdering Thomas, seeing as the police aren’t

What was this? Clearly it was revenge and it was going to

about that.

spit on me. It’s the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life and tears flow down my cheeks.

eyes which are bleary and narrowed focus in on a dagger being held

instinctively that means the blade at least is silver. I flinch and

cover

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my shirt and pants covered in dirt

I try to say. But

boy urges, looking over his shoulder nervously. I glare at them all, the girls pushing me back down, everytime I

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face and it’s chilling to see.

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