Chapter 32
The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate
Winter POV Itâs the day before my eighteenth birthday and itâs completely slipped Damienâs mind. Heâs been too upset and distraught over the fact Iâll never speak again, to even give it a thought. Johnathon continues to slip through the corridors and follow me from class to class. If he wasnât an Alpha heâd be in detention for being so late to his own.
That also reminds me, I wonder how on earth he was expelled from two other schools. Who would dare expel an Alpha? It boggles my mind.
Iâm so busy staring out the window, lost in my daydreams and plotting, that I fail to notice the last school bell has rung and that everyone, almost everyone has left. Except for me. How could I have been so stupid? The only reason Jessica and her Cronies had stayed away was because of Johnathon and Damien. Everyone had noticed them following me. I gulp as I look at her and the small group of friends that have gathered in a crowd around my desk. Where the hell was Johnathon and Damien when I actually needed them for heavens sake.
Jessica leans over, her long blonde hair trailing over her shoulder as she pushes it back impatiently.
âYou know you never got punished for Killing Thomasâ she murmurs to me âthe police just let it go but I know that youâre a murderer. Thomas was our friend and because of you heâs deadâ she snaps, her eyes flashing black for a moment.
Just like me sheâs close to her eighteenth birthday and her wolf is dangerously close to the surface.
I shake my head. Thomas deserved to die, I want to cry out, protest, after everything heâd tried to do to me. But of course I canât utter a sound as she laughs and motions towards her group.
âGet herâ she orders and I push back my chair and try to run, muffled screaming coming from my mouth as someone pulls at my hair, dragging me to the floor, my back hitting the hard wooden floor. They drag me to the doorway and I glance through, my heart sinking as I see the corridor is completely deserted.
âYour brother and Damien have been delayed for a bitâ Jessica laughs and I flinch. She knew exactly what I was thinking, but what would have distracted them both from coming to my side? It had to have been something extremely important.
One of the boys, whose name, I strangely donât remember, grabs me and roughly begins to shove me towards the door. The girls surround me and Iâm stuck, going in the direction they are motioning to. I start to panic, my chest heaving frantically, as I see where we are going. The forest where the trees will hide me from sight and I wave my arms wildly, kicking and scratching as they pull me with them, until we are a fair distance inside.
Ouch. That stung. Jessica takes great delight in kicking me to the ground, my body rolling on the hard wooden dirt, leaves and debris all over me and even tangled in my hair as I lay there, looking up at them all as they gather in a circle around me. They are all smiling and enjoying this. No compassion or empathy in them at all.
âWe decided we would punish you for murdering Thomas, seeing as the police arenât interested.â
I begin to shake in fear. What was this? Clearly it was revenge and it was going to be brutal, I had no doubts about that.
Another kick and I curl up into a fetal position, each of them taking turns to kick or spit on me. Itâs the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life and tears flow down my cheeks. Why canât ljust be left alone? Iâm so close to leaving all of this behind me. One more night and I would have been gone from their lives forever, Something glints in the light and my eyes which are bleary and narrowed focus in on a dagger being held by Jessica. Sheâs wearing gloves and I know instinctively that means the blade at least is silver. I flinch and crawl cover en som backwards, scrapes and bruises stinging all over my body, my shirt and pants covered in dirt and even some of my blood splatter.
âMmmmâ I try to say. But this just makes them giggle.
âDo it already. Her brother and f*****g Johnathon will be here soon. Come onâ the other boy urges, looking over his shoulder nervously. I glare at them all, the girls pushing me back down, everytime I try to get to my feet.
VO Theres a wide smile on Jessicaâs face and itâs chilling to see. I feel cold inside, numb. As though Iâm not even inside my body but outside of it, watching everything going on at a distance.
âHold herâ she snaps and both boys drag me upright, holding firmly to my arms as I struggle wildly, watching Jessica approach, the blade glinting in the sunlight.
She stops right in front of my face and with no hesitation she drives it into my thigh, my screams muffled as the silver begins to burn my flesh. God it hurt. It was excruciating and made worse by the fact she kept it there, instead of yanking it out straight away.
I whimper. She yanks the dagger out and then looks at my ribcage, a calculating look in her eyes. She stabs me and the only reason Iâm upright now is because the boys are holding me up, otherwise I would have collapsed to the floor in pain right now.
âThis is for Thomasâ Jessica whispers furiously, as I stare at her weakly, blood dripping down my body, the dagger held securely in her palm. âThis is for turning Damien against meâ she utters, stabbing me again âand thisâ she hisses, my body slumping now, the boys loosening their grip as they realize Iâm barely conscious âis because Johnathon still wants you, you pathetic little b***hâ she finishes with one last stab. She pulls it out, the boys leaving me to collapse on the floor, my hands pressed against my wounds. She spits on me one last time and the others follow suit. Then I hear them leaving as I gasp for breath, my breath coming in short spurts as I try to drag in oxygen.
I struggle to my feet. I could go back and tell Damien what happened, or I could bring my plan forward a notch. Iâm afraid they might come back and even though I feel myself staggering and barely holding on, I start to walk even further into the forest. No one knows it but theres a cave nearby, one that Iâve found and spent time in whenever I need sanctuary and thatâs where I head to now. I need somewhere to hide and the stream close by will hide my scent.
All I have to do is get there, and make sure that my blood trail doesnât betray me. Sorry Damien, I think hazily to myself, I just canât take it anymore. Youâll forgive me for this one day. Or at least I hope he will as I use the trees to steady myself, forcing each step forward. Just a little more and I can rest. Just a little more.