The Alpha

He broke the door down.

He kicked it down and through my blurry vision, you could see the steam coming off of him. I was scared of what he would do. He specifically told me multiple times to not harm myself. But what am I currently doing? Sitting in a puddle of my blood from my actions.

I should be far from scared, I should be terrified. I should be, but I’m too numb to feel currently. He told me he took away all possible threats from my room, so the voices had me shatter the mirror. You don’t have an object, you make one.

'This is what you deserve slut…'

My hazy vision wasn’t helping my situation. Part of me- the messed up part- was pissed he walked in when I barely got any cuts in, the small, sensible part was glad.

Despite him being there, my voices took over and forced my shaky hands to grip the glass shard and attempt to move it down my wrist. Attempted. Failed.

Derek yanked it away from me and threw it across the bathroom floor. My eyes lazily followed as it skidded across the tile, creating a blood trail.

“The fuck are you thinking, Violet?” He shouted at me. I’m in trouble. I couldn’t help the shaking my body emitted. “Violet, fucking look at me,” he roughly grabbed my face in his stern hands and directed his face to mine, “what the hell are you doing!” he was yelling in my face.

My tears fell down my cheeks as I stammered out an apology. I didn’t like that he was yelling at me, although I understood why he was, he repeatedly told me not to do this. He was right to be mad at me, but I just hated that he was yelling at me.

His grip tightens on my face, “shut up, just shit… don’t fucking talk..” he growled.

He roughly let go of my face and yanked my wrist towards him and I cried out at the burning sensation of him touching them.

“Violet, you did this to yourself…” he growled.

'You did this to yourself fucktoy…'

'Chris…'

Forget about not being scared or terrified, I was now petrified. I tried to yank my hands away from him. He was just like Chris. He was going to punish me.

“Fucking- stop moving!” He growled but my actions didn’t stop.

“A-alpha, I-I’m s-sorry…” I viscously tried to yank my arms away from him, “s-sorry, A-alpha, d-don’t h-hurt me…” I hiccuped and he gripped my arms tighter earning a pained sob from me, “p-please, I-I…”

“Violet!” He shouted at me and then cursed under his breath. He got up from his crouched position, grabbed a towel, ran it underwater, and came back. “Flower, I’m- fuck…” he huffed and I flinched.

Flower.

He pressed the cold, wet blanket to my wrist and I gasped and tried to jerk away at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Flower…” that word brought a sense of safety to my mind, “you’re okay, I’m just cleaning it, stop moving or it’ll hurt more,” his voice took an icy turn at the end.

“A-alp-” I tried to apologize again only for him to cut me off.

“Derek. Flower, it’s Derek,” he mumbled but I heard him.

it’s Derek.

wounds and grabbed a medical kit that I didn’t know was under the sink. He wrapped my wrist and left the bathroom for a second, bringing a

my hands fell to stop his actions but he put them back, “keep them up. I’m not going to do anything, I’m just

the energy to fight it. Gingerly he stripped me and dressed me in the

someone to clean the blood in the bathroom. I sat at the edge of the bed and he told me to stay as he answered the door for the person

were done quickly, leaving Derek and I. I was scared. I

'You’re so worthless.'

at him, he was glaring at me. I feel uncomfortable and worse than I would normally feel if anyone else were to

“D-Derek, I-”

and my head fell in fear and embarrassment. “Look at me,” he commanded and

“Y-yes -alpha…”

me to flinch, “don’t fucking flinch at me, Violet! I specifically removed all

wanted to break eye contact with him, but his eyes were full of promises of what would happen if I did. He walked closer to me and slightly crouched down, roughly

didn’t understand what he

I mumbled but stopped when

flung in

I whispered and felt

a deep navy color. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before- once again- tightening his grip in a deadly hold. I bit my lip to stop the sob from going past but it didn’t work.

let go of my face. He paced back and forth in

the edges of the bandages and started to pick and mess with them. Derek turned back around, his

to me and pried my hands apart, “fucking...Violet! Stop messing with them!” I instantly recoiled when he grabbed me, “I-I can’t do

sleeping pills. He told me to stay and he went to his office to grab a water bottle,

been quieter when I broke the mirror- but I had to be loud

'Selfish bitch…'

to me with a

coolly, “listen, you’re going to take this,” he handed me

I kept it in the palm of

I asked, my voice

an iron tablet, honey. You lost blood, just take it. You’ll be fine.” He opened the bottle of my sleeping pills and pulled one

and swallow before continuing, “and in the morning, I’ll deal with this… mess. Understand?” there was no arguing with his

“Y-yes, Alpha,” I whispered.

to leave after that, so I could go to bed, but he didn’t.

leave?” I hesitantly asked

you have a habit of doing things you’re not supposed to.” His stare fell

don’t sleep in a bed. This certainly

um, don’t s-sleep in the bed…”

the purpose of it?” I didn’t expect him to respond

“I-”

in his mind, “I’m assuming you slept on the ground in Christopher’s pack?” He raised an eyebrow at me like he knew he