The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 34

Winter POV

The cave is small, dark and dank. It reeks of some sort of animal’s piss but it’s well hidden and camouflaged. I’m

fairly certain it’s not bear piss at any rate and, for all I know, the creature it belongs to has moved on. I lean against

the rough, hard, rocky edges and let myself slowly slip down to a sitting position, both my legs right in front of me. I can’t move, my shirt is plastered to my side where all the stabbing marks are and I feel hot, feverish all over. It still

stings even now and I slowly peel up my shirt to have a proper look. My eyes, thankfully due to my shifter genes, are

able to see quite well in the dark.

The blood has stopped dripping, thankfully, and from what I can see the wounds have started to scab over. I close my eyes in relief. If I’d had my wolf, the silver would have had an even bigger impact than it had. It’s cold in the

cave and I shiver slightly as I let my shirt fall back down. I’d bent down to drink from the stream and almost collapsed right there and then from the pain. My trail, however, has been hidden and I know I’m safe for a little while at least

before I need to move on.

I wonder what Damien’s doing, whether he’s even realized I’m missing yet. It’s been over an hour since school finished, so he should have some sort of inkling by now. I feel a moment of regret that I’m choosing to leave him like

this. I have written a note but I was supposed to leave it in the kitchen for him tomorrow and it’s safely tucked away

Had Johnathon felt my pain? Then again, guess he shouldn’t, not with our mate bond severed. That, I guess, is a small blessing in itself. It means I have

a chance of

it and the soothing sounds as it hit the trees and the ground. Even when there was thunder, I’d always been fascinated. I inch back further into the cave, swearing silently to myself as my body protests, all my muscles feeling like they are on fire. I might like the rain, but right now the last thing I need is to get soaked to the bone, even if I consider that it

signs of wild creatures coming close, my ears strained for any

slightly, still panting

stabbed.

and I crane my neck, seeing that the sun is beginning to set. That means

and that means it’s going

know I was going

shirt has rips and tears through it and I sigh. It was one of my favorites

clothes. Damien would freak and then he’d never

again. It’s best not to risk

up slowly, wincing as pain reverberates through my entire

muffled, my hands and legs feeling shaky and my

or did the cave seem to be well, longer? The distance to the entrance or

away, but how was

tight, my head dropping backwards against the wall

crunching beneath footsteps makes my head whip back up, my eyes blearily looking

thankfully, he has no interest in the cave whatsoever and my head pounding