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.

you should have

Sabriel, besides there’s more than

We stand no chance against them.

nearby pack after all then, we have

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

crashing sounds behind me. Thank god, I’m already

circle me, snarling, their red eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight. I gulp. There’s at least half

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

I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of the small opening

run.

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

Duck

goes flying overhead. It turns and I stop in my tracks as it lets out

behind me are catching up. He tackles me to the ground and we roll

desperate attempt to get free. God, the pain is excruciating and I finally threw him off me.

haul your ass before we become dinner

do you think I’m trying to

not doing a very good job of

Are you Winter? Are you really?   over him or maybe it’s her. I’m not entirely sure

depends on it. Which

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 jumping, clawing and biting. It’s a bloodbath. I feel sorry for the rogues. In the

extremely hungry.