The Alpha

Chapter 11: 10- Her Mess

---Derek’s POV---

Damnit!

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

I wasn’t supposed to kiss her!

But her lips had to be so inviting. She just had to be such a pretty Flower.

Fuck.

I let out an irritated sigh as I sat in the seat she just occupied. Fuking hell.

I didn’t want to kiss her. I didn’t want to give in to her. I didn’t want to even spare a glance at this bond-

but she’s so persistent in seeing me. With those pretty russet eyes peering into my blue ones- how the

fuck could I resist her temptation?

She didn’t do anything…

And the worst part is- I wanted to do it again. And again. And again. Frustratingly- I ran a hand through

my hair. There was a reason I avoided her like she was Corona and I was quarantined last week, then

I- no she, had to fuck it up.

Fuck- even the way she said my name…

It was so soft, I could only imagine what Chris put her through. I fucking know close to nothing on the

subject. She barely tells Reseda about what she went through- so how the hell is she supposed to help

her if my Flower won’t speak up?

I do know it was horrendous, I witnessed what he did to her that day first hand. I was a fucking raging

bull like my name was De Niro. And then the hospital… I tore Rex apart. No one gets to fucking touch NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

what’s mine. I don’t give a shit if he didn’t know she was my mate.

Bastards…

Reseda informed me that she was barely gaining weight- it was irritating. She’s a stick! But again- I

don’t know what exactly she’s been through so I shouldn’t be saying shit but fuck!

It’s evident that she’s been raped, no question about it. Reseda’s report confirmed it…

Fuck.

She was not who I envisioned my mate to be. She fucking cuts herself for fuck’s sake! And it’s not her

fault but it hurts like hell to know she does that. Why can’t she be smart?

( 'That’s not her fault- she has trauma, fucking jerk…' )

I wasn’t supposed to kiss her- and to be honest- I was slightly surprised she didn’t push me away after

her last episode with me. And I almost triggered it again by tsk-ing her name today, but thankfully I

caught myself.

I feel so stressed with this minuscule situation, I haven’t been laid in a week!

Fucking ridiculous….

But honestly- no one was attractive like Violet.

Mallory told me she’s been opening up slightly to him- and something so trivial in me envied him.

Stupid wolf.

Last night she came to me. She looked so tired but was awake. I knew she was going through a

sleeping disorder- she’s been going through a lot of disorders.

An eating disorder.

Sleeping disorder.

Possibly a mood disorder- she’s quiet so I can’t confirm yet.

All of which are due to her trauma. Her own PTSD.

Looking at my clock I see that it’s about four. I got up from the seat and walked over to the one behind

my desk.

I was trying to focus on my work but my mind just kept replaying her kiss. So soft… I need to get her

out of my head. I need to fucking focus, I don’t have time to think about her.

My work took up the hours I needed, and surprisingly I finished a lot earlier than I expected. I looked

back up at the clock debating what I should do.

9:34.

Violet should be in her room by now.

( 'See her' )

The fuck? No. I kinda wanted to- wait, no. I don’t. I don’t want to see her pretty self, no.

I got up deciding I should get some dinner even though I was well over late- I know there are some

leftovers in the fridge. Well- Violet’s leftovers to be more exact. Anything she didn’t eat, I instructed the

chefs to give to me.

Violet doesn’t eat a lot...

As I was walking downstairs I saw Mallory.

“Hey, Derek.” He greeted casually with his coat in his hand.

“Mallory.” I nodded back, “Violet in bed?” I asked, keeping my voice monotone.

“Her version of it but yes.” The hell- what does that even mean? Whatever- I don’t care. I don’t care

about her. I shouldn’t care about her. I shouldn’t...

“Are you heading out?” I asked him as I motioned to his jacket.

“Yeah, I’ll be back tomorrow unless there is anything you need me to do?” He asked respectfully.

“No, not tonight anyway.”

He nodded and went to walk out but stopped, “Derek, I know it’s none of my business- but did

something happen between you and Viv?”

I raised my eyebrow at ‘Viv’. He realized, “I, um, I mean Violet…”

What the fuck is ‘Viv’? That’s disgusting. She’s my flower, only I get to call her nicknames- the fuck?

No, you don’t want her. Ew.

“Why?” I quizzed as I folded my arms at him.

“Not to be intrusive, Alpha,” he shrugged with a small smile on his lips, “just- when I got her, and

throughout the movies we watched- she had this small smile from time to time.” He was smirking at the

end with a glint in his eyes.

Did he know? No, knowing a glimpse of Violet’s past and speaking to her- I heavily doubt she would

even mention it.

“No. Nothing happened.” I growled at him. “Leave.”

He lightly chuckled but still left.

Fuck. He knew something happened. Fucking hell.

Violet.

Shoot.

I went into the kitchen and got food. Fucking Violet. I didn’t want a mate. Maybe in the future, maybe

not. I know I didn’t want that.

...Bipolar fucktard….

But her scent- my goddess. She smelled of sage with a light mix of cucumbers. It drives me- no, my

wolf, not me- crazy.

The sound of glass shattering sounded upstairs.

The fuck?

( 'Violet' )

Fu-

I quickly sprinted upstairs and right by her door- I caught the smell of her scent mixed with blood. I

opened the door to her room. Empty. The bed was barely touched- only means one thing. The

bathroom.

The closer I got to the door- the stronger the smell got. The sound of small sobs came to ear. My chest

ached at the sound. I hated that. That sound. I never wanted to hear it ever again, it hurt and I knew it

meant my Flower was hurting.

That was unacceptable.

“Violet!” I shouted and banged on the door.

Her sobs got quieter for a moment- then louder.

...The fuck?...

I tried to turn the doorknob- but to no avail. She locked it.

“Violet, open the fucking door or I’ll kick it down!” I growled out to her, I knew she heard it- it was loud.

In a second, my foot was acquainted with the door. It didn’t last long but at least they met.

My eyes found my Flower.

She was on the ground. Surrounded by the glass mirror shards. Her arms drenched in her blood. Her

russet orbs hazily lifted to my blazing blue eyes.