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.

she is” | hedged, not exactly lying. She could be freaking anywhere by now, it has been several months now after

looks displeased and comes closer, touching the blade and waving it around. Without warning, he

a loud howl, my skin burning, red-hot fire running through my veins. It hurts like a b***h and   my

pulls it out and it makes a sickening slurping sound as it leaves my body. I slump in relief. But

short-lived.

he breathes. “I’ve missed her, you know. Sweet

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

don’t know”, I spit at him

to be, Damien. You know it hurts me to have to do this to a

but you’re leaving me

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 at him vehemently

I

you bullied her. Not to mention, this cell or cage was

trolley of implements and puts the dagger

I bet she screamed every time. Now tell me where she is” he snarled, and I

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

spluttering and trying to get my breath back.

Even I know that and there’s no one who’s going to check on me and find me down here.

kicks me and I scream as I feel the bones break in my leg, cracking, the pain shooting upwards as ! swear and scream, panting heavily as I glare at him. My whole body is in excruciating pain, I’m trembling against the wall and can’t move a

a coward, but there’s not much else I can do. If

heave

his head at me and smiles smugly. The bastard knows he has me right where

I’m astonished that he has no idea that she’s been gone for months. Had he literally come here, straight from his recovery? Or his hiding

had changed that