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

should have killed that rogue

it alone, Sabriel, besides there’s more

stand no chance against them.

the nearby pack after all

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

Thank god, I’m already in wolf

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

and they all look mangy and thin, as though they are starving. Their jaws are pulled back and

mouth. One leaps at me and I roll, neatly avoiding

run.

run. I’m small and agile, but they are easily able to keep up with me and it’s going to be a

Duck

It turns and I stop in my tracks as it

Great. The others behind me are catching up. He tackles me to the ground and we roll over and

clawing and biting me in a desperate attempt to get free. God, the pain

is really close girl. You need to haul your ass before we become dinner

do you think I’m

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

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

my skinny ass depends on it.

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 into chaos, wolves everywhere, springing and

extremely hungry.