The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 52

I wake up, my eyes feeling gritty and my throat parched. My whole body feels warm all over and there’s a distinct

ache that I can feel throughout all of my muscles. I can also feel my flesh burning as I open my eyes, seeing straight away that I’m restrained and shackled in the cell that poor Winter used to be punished in. f**k. I’m in trouble.

What the hell was going on? Then I remember and suck in a shocked breath, still unable to believe it myself, but knowing that I had seen it with my very own eyes. I struggle against the restraints but am not surprised when they don’t budge, the burning of the flesh making me howl.

“It’s pointless” his voice says as he comes out from the shadows, a massive smirk on his damn face. I hiss and he

just smiles wider, enjoying my predicament.

“You” I gasp, tugging on the restraints and cursing “how is this possible? I thought you were dead”I hiss and he laughed, the sound filling the silent room and sending chills down my spine. He’s clearly enjoying himself right now.

“That’s what I wanted all of you to believe. It took a while for me to recover and it served my purpose for everyone to think I had perished. It allowed me to plan my revenge and my next move” he almost purrs as I spit at him in defiance. I don’t know why Thomas is here, but something tells me it’s because of Winter and nothing to do with me. Plus he smells funny, like he’s not just a shifter anymore. In fact, it’s almost like he’s a hybrid. But how is that possible?

“What did you do?” I breathe, feeling sick. “How is it possible you are here?”

He c***s his head at me. “Funny, I would have thought you’d know what a vampire smells like now. It’s wonderful” he adds quietly “my parents tracked down a vampire and had me drink their blood to stay alive. Now I’m a hybrid” he whispers as I shudder “and I enjoy it. It was worth the months of pain as I went through the transition. You would have thought it would be quick and painless but that’s all a lie. Not to mention not everyone survives the es process of becoming a hybrid, I got lucky. Picture the speed l possess and the ability to heal even quicker. Sadly I’m not a full vampire, but drinking the blood healed me far quicker than being a shifter would have. I guess money really can buy everything” he adds thoughtfully “I even have a perfume that will hide the vampire scent from other shifters. I just don’t see the point applying it right now. You’re going to die anyway.”

He holds up a silver dagger, his hands clad in leather gloves, and I gulp, eyeing it nervously. His grin grows wider.

“What do you want” | spit out, wishing I could lay my hands on him.

“Isn’t it obvious” he growls, “I want to know where your sister Winter is, Damien, and you’re going to tell me everything” he whispers threateningly.

So I was right then, he wanted my sister and I’m just a means of getting information to him. Bastard. As if I’m going to give my sister up after everything he’d put her through. He’s a monster.

exactly lying. She could be freaking

blade and waving it around.

thigh and I give a loud howl, my skin burning, red-hot fire running through my veins. It hurts like a b***h and   my self control not

sickening slurping sound as it leaves my body. I slump in

short-lived.

“I’ve missed her, you know.

my throat. After everything, he still wants her. He’s out of his mind or delusional, or both. Either way, he’s a

spit at him

making this harder than it needs to be, Damien. You know it hurts me to have to do this to a close

but you’re leaving

into my ribcage and pulls it down as I scream, my bones cracking as he pulls it out, blood trickling down my side and onto the floor. f**k. I curse

I yelled at

I can remember everything you did to her when you bullied her. Not to mention, this

over at the nearby trolley of implements and puts the dagger down, grabbing a

of these on Winter, didn’t you,” he whispered, “and I bet she screamed every time. Now tell

directly across the chest, the silver studs digging in and ripping flesh out as he pulls it back. It hurts like a b***h. I scream as he hits me over and over again, the whips leaving large gouges and scratches all over me, blood pouring out of all of the various wounds. I’m panting, trying to keep conscious and bitterly aware that, at this rate, I’m not going to be

and trying to get my

bluffing. Even I know

swear and scream, panting heavily as I glare at him. My

Thomas asks, and I can’t withstand the pain anymore. Call me a coward, but there’s not much else I can do. If he continues, I’m going to die by his hands. Besides, Winter

heave “just

The bastard knows he

gone for months. Had he literally come here, straight from his recovery? Or his hiding out and waiting

that made him go