The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 41

Kai POV

I finish banging Candice and order her to leave. When she’s gone, I sit in my chair and twiddle my thumbs. My

mind keeps flashing back to the fact there is a prisoner in the dungeon. While part of me is more than happy for them

to cool their heels and wait for me to go down there, another part of me is almost desperate to see this prisoner, my wolf especially. Does he know something that I don’t?

Please go down to the dungeon. For heaven’s sake, stop procrastinating.

It’s just a pathetic shifter, Storm, why bother? We can leave them for a few days. They’re nothing special. Plus,

they are an i***t for traveling alone. They can take the time to think about their stupidity.

But something is telling me it’s important. Always trust your gut.

Will you leave me alone for Christ’s sake? You are imagining things.

Not until you go down there.

Fine, you annoying mutt, I’ll go down there. Happy now? I swear..

Yes, Very.

Damnit Storm, I think to myself rather crossly. I stomp out of the room and ignore the startled pack members

who watch my every move. I imagine some of the women are turning away in disgust, over the horrible scars that are

prominent on my face. I don’t blame them, even I know how hideous I look. After all, I’m definitely no Prince

Charming and that suits me just fine.

I stomped outside and over to the dungeon doors. Storm is excited for some inexplicable reason and it’s

annoying as hell. The door opens with a loud creak and I make a mental note to fix that. It looks just like I remember it as I progress down the stairs. The same smell of dampness and mildew, not to mention the metallic scent of blood. It’s dark, the only light coming from barred windows. It’s not the most welcoming place, but it’s not designed to be.

It’s designed for torture and imprisonment.

I sniff. There’s a curious smell wafting towards me, like strawberries and cream. My stomach gets butterflies to

perfume? I frown. I’ve

towards the cells, Storm howling in my head as I tell him to shut the hell up. My

or a cruel prank of some kind, anything but what it

not exactly love to pieces, but that! really liked having around. This had to be a mistake. I walked closer,

a spurt of anger at the thought that one of my men might have caused it. If they had, I’d kill them. She’s slightly dirty and when she turns towards me, our eyes meet and I’m absolutely

life.

I whisper quietly and she nods. But she doesn’t speak to my shock. What’s up with that? I

craves to

demand and she just waves her hands around. Is she an j***t? You

at her throat, mouth opening and

can’t talk to you, moron. Way to go. You’re scaring

we can’t accept her as our mate,

damn sight lovelier than Candice and I won’t let

stop

to let you shift and trust me, you reject this poor girl and that’s exactly

then I guess /’ll make her life a

and you’ll see that for yourself one

though frightened, and I feel a small pang of guilt. I hadn’t meant to frighten her. If I’d known beforehand that she was mute, I wouldn’t have used my Alpha tone on her. But I don’t know what to do with her. Because in spite of Storm’s threats, I don’t want

accept the rejection? I don’t think her

like Elena. Give her

to believe them. After all, before Candice came along, no one

in the country. I might be known for being strong, but my looks had put off every female that had come across my path. Females were all the same, this one

different.

and she slowly shuffles through, her eyes gazing up at me with what looks

to get a shock but I can’t see what else I can do. I can’t have her

near Candice. The last thing I need is that. God knows how

decide, feeling a tad guilty. After

would be fine.

pale but follows me none the less to my satisfaction. At least she can follow orders.

idea.

the door. For some strange reason, she cowers in the chair. Is she afraid that I’ll hit her? I’ve never hit a woman in my life. I feel a bit dismayed. Storm keeps

sat down opposite her and regarded her quietly. She’s avoiding my eyes and looking around the room with interest. She’s so child-like, innocent

grabbing a piece of paper and pen.” How about we start with

quickly scribbles down something and I glance down

cute name and

clear