The Alpha
Chapter 15: 14- Dreams
---Derek’s POV---
She stayed in her room for the remainder of the night. I had some cooks send up meals, and she barely touched it.
It pissed me off. She’s so underweight, and she barely eats.
I felt guilty. I caused her attack today. I know I did, there was no denying it. My wolf was basically ignoring me, so I didn’t have to hear the lecture from him. I shrugged it off. She was a baby anyways, a crybaby.
My wolf stirred inside me, obviously not happy about my comment.
I didn’t care. I sat in my office, focused on my work, and tried to block her out of my thoughts. The way her eyes shattered when she saw that girl and I. It ached. The whole time there was this pain in my abdomen, and I’ve concluded that the majority of it was hers. I still feel it. It’s distracting.
And what I hated the most was when I kissed Lindsay, my mind couldn’t help but compare her loose, dry lips to my Flower’s soft sensual lips. Despite Violet’s obvious lack of experience, she was so addictive.
I wanted her. My wolf wanted her. But I’m not going to have her. I wasn’t lying to her, she was a very fragile, damaged girl. I needed my mate, my Luna to be a strong, solid woman. That wasn’t Violet. Violet barely had a backbone, if not none at all.
( ‘You fucking bastard, she’s so fucking strong to go through years of torture.’ )
I rolled my eyes and cut him off. As much as it pained me, deep down, I knew it was right- I couldn’t have her. I was too much for her- she wasn’t stable enough right now, and it’d take time to build her up.
I hated that she tried to harm herself and I was a dick to her today. I regretted how I treated her. I regretted checking if that blonde was okay, instead of my Violet.
I know that pathetic ass Chris yelled at Violet a lot, hit her, and did the horrendous things he did to her. So in response- I’m yelling at her when she harms herself. It made sense to me- I just didn’t want her to fear me constantly like how she did with him.
I had Mallory and Garret loaded with work right now, and I knew Mallory always saw Violet through-out the day. Maybe I should have Mallory take a break and see her? Help her through her emotions? Or perhaps she could meet Garret? Or maybe his mate? Maybe she needed another female in her life?
It was getting later, the sting in my abdomen hadn't left. Should I go see her? That would make everything worse, I was trying to distance myself from her, forget about her. I didn’t care if it meant fucking women, although truth be told, last night with Lindsay didn’t hit the same. She didn’t notice. I didn’t expect her to.
close. She couldn’t compare at all. I wanted to hold Violet, I wanted to sleep with her, caress
room. I
would’ve felt it. I removed everything from that room. Hell- it didn’t even have a mirror anymore. The fact that she managed to break it was slightly infuriating, and then proceeded to cut her wrist with
Wilted Flower…
me. Not for me to see her, or leave or anything. Instead, it was like he was anticipating something. I
and settled in bed. I felt myself dozing off to the image of a girl with chestnut hair and
after falling asleep to the sound of my door closing. I turned my head over to
questioned, my voice slightly
bed. She cautiously sat on it and looked at me. She had a slightly hungry look in her eyes and I raised
head to the digital clock on my nightstand, but I couldn’t make out the numbers, “...late…” I
over to me in the middle
sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I eyed her curiously. I did a quick scan of her body to make sure she had no injuries or anything, she
to focus on me, “is there something you need?” her eyes ran down my abdomen and up my chest, stopping at my lips.
her voice was so quiet, I almost missed what she said. My body tensed slightly at her
up to my shoulders, gingerly bringing her leg
at her actions. Was this her payback from me f*cking that girl?
my hands went to her back to support her. She lightly kissed my skin and my hands rubbed her back. She mumbled my name against me and trailed up to my face- similar to what I did to her a day ago in my office. She brushed her lips against my cheek and stopped when she
eyes, almost for approval, before flicking between
the moment I
slightly pushed her back- edging her into me as a sign. She leaned down and pressed her warm, addictive lips against
mine, her hands trailing through my hair. I
...Fuck…
her on my bed. I quickly deepened the kiss and she responded right away. I trailed my hands down her sides as
long legs around my waist and I moved from her lips down to her neck, trailing kisses along the way. She started to grind against me, a small moan