The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Winter’s POV

I stare into his eyes and I don’t even bother trying to struggle when I feel his hands wrap around my neck, instead staring up at what I see as a monster, as he tries to strangle the living breath out of me, my blue eyes swimming with unshed tears as he tightens his grip. Another punishment, another day.

“Stupid b***h” my father snarls and I say nothing, lying there like a limp rag doll as he finally lets go, breathing heavily and coughing as I roll over and try to breathe some oxygen into my lungs. I feel a sudden sharp pain against my rib cage and close my eyes, knowing that he’s kicked me once again and struggle to my feet, knowing that he’s most likely cracked one of my ribs or even more. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.

extremely sore, and he back hands me as I taste blood on my lip,

stupid cow” he mutters, heading over to our threadbare couch and plonking himself down on it, his legs on the coffee table as he settles himself, turning the television on as I limp into the kitchen to fetch him his beer. He takes it without a word and I wait, dreading what he’s about to ask of me and knowing that if I

me against a rogue when I was a small child and ever since then, I’ve suffered abuse from my father and even my older brother Damien, who blames me for it. Nothing I say or do makes them stop and I’ve since stopped trying. Maybe I do deserve this. My mother would still be alive

bottle now empty and he waves his hand at me as though letting me know, even as I flinch from his harsh tone. I’m used to the insults, but for some reason I can’t explain I still react to them. It still hurts me, deep inside, to have my own father treat me this way.“Go and cook me some dinner already and get me another beer” he cries, throwing the bottle at me. I dodge just

perusing the meager contents. Whatever food we have is because I get it before the money runs out from my father’s constant drinking. Finally, I settled on chicken and salad, doing my best to make a decent hearty meal out of so few ingredients. I, of course, put just a sliver of food on my plate, anything more and he’ll throw it out and tell me I’m too fat to be eating. If he doesn’t, then I know that Damien will. He copies my father in an attempt to get his approval and makes my life just as

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