The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 33

Damien POV

“I know that it seems a long time away boys, but you really do have to think about your future” the headmaster

is saying in that annoying nasal voice of his. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, wanting nothing more than to poke my

tongue out at him. Johnathon is sitting beside me, looking just as frustrated, but the headmaster is the one person can’t go against without being suspended or expelled.

Who gives a damn about the future, I think a bit bitterly. Winter’s had been ruined and it had been one of my

friends’ who’d done it to her. I wasn’t stupid. She tried to hide it from me but I knew she was having nightmares

every night. I heard her muffled gasps when she woke up. I still stayed outside her room every night and I knew she was annoyed by it. I guess I’ve gone from being a disinterested older brother to an overprotective one in a short

amount of time. Who would have thought it?

“You need to think about college and where you are going. What grades are you going to need?” God he was rambling on and on. Was he ever going to shut up? How much longer was going to have to sit here and listen to him,

for heaven’s sake.

“Johnathon, have you chosen a college yet?”

“No” Johnathon answers sullenly and we share a look, one that sympathizes with the other. It’s clear neither of us is particularly thrilled to be sitting in the headmaster’s office.

“Damien, what about you?”

“I’m not going to college, I need to get a job”, I answer politely and the headmaster seemed confused by my

answer.

a bright future”,

rude.

commented dryly. Ha, take that, I think smugly to myself. He sits back and regards

disappeared” he says,

I say carelessly, and he looks a bit guilty for a moment.

was that about?

your sister

tears threatening to come to the surface. “I don’t know. Sometimes she seems to be fine and dealing with everything and then other times not so much”, I admit, hating myself for

on me.

I reluctantly shake my head and see a disappointed look on Johnathon’s face. I hadn’t had a chance to tell him. Alright, I did, but I’d held back from telling him, because I didn’t feel like it

Alpha that directly without

one of the only ones who’d hoped that she would. Maybe I’d let my imagination run away from me as a means to

and myself, “if

or your sister need help, then we can arrange for social services

say the words”, he adds, and I stare at him, absolutely

from me? Over my dead body, I think fiercely,

I say snidely and he blinks at me, as though wondering why

The old man had kept us in the study

with his drivelling. I

hand while Johnathon does the same. We leave the study in a rush, breathing in fresh air in relief. The office had smelt damp and of cigarettes. We knew the man smoked, he absolutely reeked, but I guess when

anything you want. Like I

I’m not shocked to

had grabbed me on the

and I cast him a sidelong glance. What was his