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 should have killed that rogue

there’s more than one coming towards

group Winter. We stand no

going to the nearby pack after all then,

of want to live, you know.

god, I’m already in wolf form, because several rogues

glowing brightly in the sunlight. I

and they all look mangy and thin, as

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

run.

let out a howl at the pain, shaking them off as I continue to run. I’m small and agile, but they are easily able to keep up with me and it’s going to be

Duck

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

me are catching up. He tackles me to the ground

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

haul your ass before we

you think I’m trying

fair, you’re not doing a very

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

my 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

extremely hungry.