The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 39

Winter POV

It’s been a few weeks now and both Sabriel and I are growing weary of being outdoors all the time and

continually looking over our shoulders. Not to mention avoiding packs and traveling solo.

Please, let’s go to the next territory, even if it’s just to eat and rest. I’m tired of sleeping outdoors.

You’re a wolf, Sabriel, all wolves do is sleep outside for heaven’s sake.

Just because I’m a wolf doesn’t mean/can’t appreciate a soft mattress once in a while.

You’re so spoiled.

I’m a princess Winter and princesses deserve to be pampered.

I’ll think about it.

The more I think about it, the more tempting it becomes. The pack’s not that far and to be honest, it would be

nice to eat something different for a change instead of hunting my food down. Then I feel Sabriel in the back of my mind, tentatively sniffing. My blood runs cold. I can smell the scent of rotten meat and eggs and there’s only one

thing that I can think of that makes that kind of smell. Rogues, several of them approaching. That’s worse than just

lonely rogue. I’m extremely

you, you should have killed

besides there’s more

group Winter. We stand no chance against them. Not

we’re going to the nearby pack after all then, we have

live, you know. It’s not like I have

can hear the crashing sounds behind me. Thank god, I’m already in wolf form, because several

circle me, snarling, their red eyes glowing brightly in

thin, as

roll, neatly

run.

and agile, but they are easily able to keep

Duck

and I

Great. The others behind me are catching up. He tackles me to the ground

me in a desperate attempt to get free. God, the pain is excruciating and I finally threw him off me. Sabriel is impressed despite

girl. You need to haul your ass

I’m trying

you’re not doing a very

you Winter? Are you really?   over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely sure and I’m not about to look at their private parts to find out,

ass depends on

worth. I jump, several wolves from that side growling, launching themselves at the rogues and, thankfully, leaving my sorry ass behind. I watch wide-eyed as the

extremely hungry.