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.

everything he’d tried to do to me. But of course I can’t utter a sound as she laughs and motions towards her

her” she orders and I push back my chair and try to run,

wooden floor. They drag me to the doorway and I glance through, my

for a bit” Jessica laughs and I flinch. She knew exactly what I was thinking, but what would have distracted them both from coming to my side? It had to

extremely important.

me towards the door. The girls surround me and

going. The forest where the trees will hide me from sight and I wave my arms wildly, kicking and scratching as they pull

takes great delight in kicking me to the

tangled in my hair as

are all smiling and enjoying this. No compassion or empathy in them

you for murdering Thomas, seeing as

fear. What was this? Clearly it was revenge

about that.

of them taking turns to kick or spit on me. It’s the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life and tears flow down my cheeks. Why can’t ljust be left alone? I’m so close to leaving

bleary

wearing gloves and I know instinctively that means the blade at least

cover

en som

my shirt and pants covered in dirt and

try to say. But this

will be here soon. Come on” the other boy urges, looking over his shoulder nervously. I

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chilling to see. I feel cold

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