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

it alone, Sabriel, besides there’s more than one

Winter. We stand no chance against

to the nearby pack

of want to live, you know. It’s

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

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

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

leaps at me and I roll, neatly avoiding them, taking advantage of

run.

my back leg and let out a howl at the pain, shaking them off as I continue to run. I’m small and agile, but they are easily

Duck

turns and I stop in my tracks as it lets out a ferocious

catching up. He tackles me

the pain is excruciating and I finally threw him off me.

haul your ass before we become dinner

do you think I’m

fair, you’re not doing a

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

ass depends on it.

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.