The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

It’s been months since Winter has been gone and I’ve gotten myself a regular job in a cafe as a barista of all things. Can you imagine that? I never would have thought I would have to be as responsible as I now am, taking care

of the bills and still going to school at the same time. Is this how Winter had felt every day when she had done all the

household chores and responsibilites?

“Thanks, have a good one” one of my regulars yelled out as they left, the last customer of the night, and I closed the door gratefully and locked it. Now all I have to do is clean up and I’m done for the night. It doesn’t take long, I’ve

got myself into a regular routine and before I know it, I’ve put my coat on and ducked out the door. Brrr it’s slightly

cold and I shiver, putting my hands in my pockets.

I walk home slowly. It’s otherwise a beautiful night and the stars are twinkling overhead. I don’t bother to use

the car anymore. Not when I can avoid it anyway. Walking saves gas and means I have more money to take care of the

bills. Besides, it’s not like home is that far away and I’m not frightened that someone’s going to jump me. I’m a shifter for heaven’s sake, not to mention, the town is mainly made up of pack members and shifters.

I stared at my house, feeling strangely hesitant. It looks so uninviting and cold. Then again, it’s felt that way since Winter’s been gone. I never really saw just how having my little sister around made the house feel more like a home. I miss her laughter and her smiles, even if her smiles were rare and few and far between. I miss Winter. I miss

more than I

in the entrance hall, turning on the lights.

really should remember to at least leave the front porch light on, but it always

stomach growls. Damn I’m

in the house and it doesn’t belong to me. It’s

smell of that bastard

stolen. Then again, it’s not

do a methodical search of the rooms, my body tensed and poised to fight. But there was no one there. The smell is faint, like it’s been several hours since whoever it belongs

not going to shy away like a coward. But why the hell is this scent so familiar to me?

life of me

door leading down to the basement

I opened

smell getting increasingly stronger. I have no doubt that there’s someone waiting down here for me and my eyes continually scan my

bottom of the stairs and begin to move forward, ears pricked for the tiniest of sounds. The basement is dark and I curse

light globe that’s no longer working. Some light would be really

right about now.

junk and furniture

the years, but

cage, or more accurately a cell, stands in one corner, made of silver with shackles and restraints against the wall, to keep someone immobile and unable to move. A cell, that I remember with remorse, Winter was often placed in and locked up for what father

be let out. The crying. God, my

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