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

rogue. I’m extremely

you should have killed

Sabriel, besides there’s more

whole group Winter. We stand no chance against them. Not with

guess we’re going to the nearby pack after all then, we have no

I kind of want to live, you know. It’s not like I have a death

crashing sounds behind me. Thank god, I’m

behind me and circle me, snarling, their red eyes glowing brightly in

they all look mangy and thin, as though

the mouth. One leaps at me and I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of the small

run.

I’m small and agile, but they are easily

Duck

turns and I stop

catching up. He tackles me to the ground and

get free. God, the pain is excruciating and I finally threw him

to haul your ass

I’m

to be fair, you’re not doing a very good job of

 over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely

skinny ass depends on

coming up and I run even faster, pumping my little legs for all they are 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 fight turns

extremely hungry.