“I know that it seems a long time away boys, but you really do have to think about your future” the
is saying in that annoying nasal voice of his. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, wanting nothing more than
to poke my
tongue out at him. Johnathon is sitting beside me, looking just as frustrated, but the headmaster is the
one person can’t go against without being suspended or expelled.
Who gives a damn about the future, I think a bit bitterly. Winter’s had been ruined and it had been one
friends’ who’d done it to her. I wasn’t stupid. She tried to hide it from me but I knew she was having
every night. I heard her muffled gasps when she woke up. I still stayed outside her room every night
and I knew she was annoyed by it. I guess I’ve gone from being a disinterested older brother to an
overprotective one in a short
amount of time. Who would have thought it?
“You need to think about college and where you are going. What grades are you going to need?” God
he was rambling on and on. Was he ever going to shut up? How much longer was going to have to sit
here and listen to him,
for heaven’s sake.
“Johnathon, have you chosen a college yet?”
“No” Johnathon answers sullenly and we share a look, one that sympathizes with the other. It’s clear
neither of us is particularly thrilled to be sitting in the headmaster’s office.
“Damien, what about you?”
“I’m not going to college, I need to get a job”, I answer politely and the headmaster seemed confused
“You have to go to college. It will set you up with a bright future”, he tells me sternly and I shrug, not
caring if it’s
“I also need to eat and have a roof over my head” I commented dryly. Ha, take that, I think smugly to
myself. He sits back and regards me thoughtfully. What does he know?
“I heard your father has disappeared” he says, trying to be delicate and failing abysmally.
“Yep, and I intend to take care of myself and Winter” I say carelessly, and he looks a bit guilty for a
was that about?
“How is your sister doing?”
I blinked back the tears threatening to come to the surface. “I don’t know. Sometimes she seems to be
fine and dealing with everything and then other times not so much”, I admit, hating myself for showing
weakness in front of the headmaster and in particular Johnathon, who’s hanging on my every word, his
face serious and his eyes trained
“Will she recover her voice?” the headmaster probes, his eyes gentle and trained solely on myself. I
reluctantly shake my head and see a disappointed look on Johnathon’s face. I hadn’t had a chance to
tell him. Alright, I did, but I’d held back from telling him, because I didn’t feel like it was any of his
business once he’d rejected her. Not that you
could tell an Alpha that directly without getting your head ripped off.
“No” I whisper and the headmaster looks saddened by the news but also not surprised. I guess I was
one of the only ones who’d hoped that she would. Maybe I’d let my imagination run away from me as a
means to cope.
“Look” the headmaster says, looking between Johnathon and myself, “if you both decide on a college, I
you or the guidance counsellor. Damien, if you or your sister need help, then we can arrange for social
services if that
would be easier. You just have to say the words”, he adds, and I stare at him, absolutely incredulous.
Did he really
think I would let social services take my sister from me? Over my dead body, I think fiercely, scowling at
“Can I leave now” I say snidely and he blinks at me, as though wondering why I’m suddenly so angry.
“Certainly” the headmaster says pleasantly, looking at the clock. The old man had kept us in the study
to a bloody hour with his drivelling. I needed to get the hell out of there.
“Thank you” I say, forcing myself to be polite as I stand up, grimacing and shaking his flabby hand while
Johnathon does the same. We leave the study in a rush, breathing in fresh air in relief. The office had
smelt damp and of cigarettes. We knew the man smoked, he absolutely reeked, but I guess when
you’re the head of the school you
can get away with anything you want. Like I care.
I know exactly where Winter’s class is, but I’m not shocked to find that she’s not waiting for me. I
sent word about the meeting but the headmaster had grabbed me on the way to her in the hallway and
I hadn’t been
able to refuse. Johnathon gave a huff and I cast him a sidelong glance. What was his problem?
“She’s long gone” he says, sounding disappointed. I roll my eyes. He’s bloody obsessed with winter
and it was becoming annoying. Especially with him being an Alpha.
“Can you blame her” I snap back in response. “I wouldn’t have waited for a whole hour either. She’s
walked home” | mutter and he sighs. I can’t hold it in anymore, I feel like I’m going to explode and I turn
to him in a
“Listen, you need to stop with this bullshit man. You rejected Winter. Remember” I vent, not holding
back “. You didn’t want her and now you follow her around like a bloody puppy. It’s annoying. She’s my
sister and I’m the one
who should be protecting her.”
He blinks, shocked that someone would speak to him like that. I guess no one tells you the truth when
Alpha, but man could he get a hint for heaven’s sake? Winter wanted nothing to do with him.
“The mate bond didn’t completely sever” he mutters and my jaw almost drops to the ground in disbelief.
could that happen? The wheels begin to turn in my head. “The only way that happens” I say slowly, the
beginning to drop “is if you’re not a hundred percent certain you want to reject the person.” I glare at
“Are you telling me that you weren’t a hundred percent sure? Because if that’s the case, then you’re
going to feel
everything on your side, whereas Winter won’t feel anything except maybe a strong like for you.”
He looks at the ground miserably and I feel a small spurt of sympathy for him. A very small one. “I
whispers, “If****d up okay. I either need to reject her fully or choose her as my mate. This still being tied
to her is slowly killing me.”
We both give each other an understanding glance and I watch him leave, feeling more of a kinship with
Alpha, who seems to be haunted by a decision he had made.