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.

you up with a bright future”, he tells

rude.

need to eat and have a roof over my head” I commented dryly. Ha, take that, I think smugly to myself. He sits back and regards me thoughtfully. What does

disappeared” he says,

I say carelessly, and he looks

was that about?

is your

back the 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 showing weakness in front of the headmaster and in particular Johnathon, who’s hanging on

on me.

eyes gentle and trained solely on myself. 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 was any

that directly without

the news but also not surprised. I guess I was 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

between Johnathon and myself, “if you both decide on

counsellor. Damien, if you or your sister need help, then we can arrange for social

have to say the words”, he adds, and I stare

social services take my sister from me? Over my dead body,

and he blinks at me, as though wondering why I’m suddenly

pleasantly, looking at the clock. The old man had kept us in

I needed to get the

grimacing and shaking his flabby 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 you’re the

anything

Winter’s class is, but I’m not shocked to find that

the meeting but the headmaster had grabbed me on the way to her

gave a huff and I cast him a sidelong glance. What