The Alpha

Chapter 14: 13- Blonde

I spent the rest of the day in my room. It crept around to dinner time and when Mallory didn’t show up, I

went down by myself. There was dinner already set out for me.

Some blonde girl came into the kitchen and grabbed something before leaving. She didn’t even spare

me a glance.

I quietly ate the pasta dish. Throughout the meal, I was having the worst pains in my abdomen, but

after dinner, I went back to my room. I brushed my teeth, took off my make-up, and put on some

pajamas. Part of me wanted to see Derek, maybe he knew about the pains, a way to cure them, so my

feet took me.

I was walking down the halls, going to Derek’s office when I heard a noise. It sounded like his name.

Curiosity took over me and I followed a voice until I got to a dark brown wooden door, and somehow

the closer I got to the door the worse the pains got. It wasn’t his office.

It was definitely his name being said. There was another muffled voice behind the door, and I was

curious as to what was going on.

'Don’t be fucking nosy…'

'You’re asking for a punishment'

Maybe they were right?

Any other time I would’ve listened to them, but I didn’t. I wrapped my hand around the handle and

opened the door.

Derek’s scent immediately hit my nose, but it didn’t ease what was in front of my eyes. The ache in my

abdomen flared. On top of Derek’s bed laid him with a blonde riding him. Sexually riding. Her moans

filled the room, and gasp left my mouth as tears formed.

My hand clasped over my mouth, covering the sobs for coming out. Derek’s head whipped over to me,

his eyes flashed different emotions. The girl on top of him didn’t falter, she continued bouncing. He

didn’t make a move to remove her.

I quickly turned around and left, closing the door. I ran to my room trying to hold in the sobs. The

moment I slammed my door, locking it, I slid down the door. I crawled into a ball and couldn’t help but

bawl. My body felt numb, it wanted to harm itself but was so physically exhausted that it couldn’t.

I’m so stupid. I felt so hurt. All the years I went through with Chris seemed so minuscule compared to

this.

'We told you he didn’t want your scrawny ass…'

‘Don’t be fucking nosy…’

'You brought this upon yourself.'

They were right. They were so right. I was stupid, it made sense. He told me he wasn’t going to mark

me, that he didn’t want me.

"“Why would I want you? You’re a damaged flower. You’re weak.”"

I sobbed harder. I was damaged, weak, used, disgusting…

I don’t know how long I laid there, but I ended up falling asleep when the sun was rising. Not once did

Derek come to the room. My wolf wasn’t responding to anything.

--

When I woke up, my eyes were burning. I was hoping to not wake-up, but I did. Yesterday was still a

fresh wound on my mind. I wanted to forget about it, I didn’t want to pay attention to it, but it wouldn’t

leave.

Groggily, I got up and changed into a new pair of clothes. I put on some makeup and did my business

in the bathroom. Now what?

After last night, I put up my mental block. I didn’t want him in my head.

Maybe I should go eat? It beats sitting here, if I stayed in this room anymore, I think I’d drive myself

crazy, letting the voices run my head. Not like they don’t already...

I quietly went downstairs into the second kitchen. Mallory told me there were two kitchens, one for the

cooks and a personal one for Derek. I didn’t want to bother the cooks, so I went into the kitchen and

aimlessly started cooking an egg.

It was done quickly and I silently ate and proceeded to clean the dishes. I was fine until I heard

someone scoff. I turned around, my heartbeat picking up, and saw the blonde.

She looked me up and down in disgust.

“The cooks are in the other kitchen,” her high feminine voice told me authoritatively, “what are you still

doing here? Leave!” she demanded. My submissive, fearful side kicked in and I walked out, past her.

She reached out and grabbed my shoulder causing me to flinch. “Why aren’t you in uniform?” she

demanded, her bright blue eyes narrowing at me.

Because I don’t work here…

“Derek!” she screamed, I flinched. Yet, something inside me flared. Why was she allowed to call him by

his name? She- no, she’s not allowed to call him that.

'Because he fucked her.'

“Do you even belong in this pack?” she growled, her high-pitched voice kinda hurt my ears.

Something in me snapped. Maybe my wolf was pissed enough that she had to come out.

“Don’t touch me, skank,” my voice was low. That wasn’t me, I would never call someone a skank. It had

to be my wolf.

( ‘You don’t let her talk to us like that, Violet’ )

Her eyes widened that I called her a skank. She smacked me across my face so hard that I fell to the

ground.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” she sneered, landing a kick into my stomach. I cried out and I felt

Sage twitch in me, she was taking over me.

I flicked my leg up to her, kicking her back.

...That wasn’t me! My wolf is trying to get me killed!...

She scoffed, “you bitch!” she screeched before falling on top of me, landing punch after punch. I tried to

hit her back, most of the time I was just scratching her arm.

A deep growl broke through the room and the girl didn’t stop her assault on my face. She was pulled off

of me, leaving a crying mess on the floor. Through my water-washed orbs, I saw Derek grabbing her,

checking her for injuries. That hurt. She wasn’t attacked for being in the kitchen, I was.

...He was my mate, not hers...

“Lindsay, are you okay?” I heard him ask her, my heart dropped, Sage was whining.

“Yeah, Derek,” she whined, “that runt called me a skank and kicked me!” she pointed in my direction in

disgust. He glanced at me, a cold, icy glance. I wasn’t a runt, just underweight. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I’ll deal with her, leave,” he instructed. She nodded and kissed him before leaving. She kissed him,

and he kissed her back.

My heart ached. My stomach stung.

Once she left, the door closing, he turned towards me. I sniffled and as I got up off the floor, looking

down.

“Violet,” he growled, walking up to me, grabbing my chin to meet his blue eyes. He glanced at my red,

puffy face and tear-streaked cheeks and smirked. He tsk-ed my name with a dangerous glint in his

eyes. I couldn’t help the memories of Alpha Chris flooding my mind. “Violet, were you jealous?” he

mused, amused.

I shook my head ‘no’ in his grip. Maybe my wolf was and that’s why she took control, but I wasn’t. I was

just hurt.

He chortled dryly, “you’re lying…” he trailed, tightening his grip and leaning into my ear. “I fucked her,

Violet. I know you’re jealous, it was all over your face when you walked in on us last night.” he chuckled

and my breath quickened.

I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go. My throat felt like it was closing up, I couldn’t get any air. I

gasped for breath, trying to push Derek off of me. He pulled back from my ear and eyed me.

Something flashed in his oceans and he let go of me. I sank on to the ground, clawing at my jugular

and chest to get air. I saw his shoes quickly retreat. My eyes leaked tears as I panicked.

Soon, Derek’s shoes were back in my blurry eyesight and he crouched down next to me. He pushed

something in my mouth and pulled my hands up to hold it. He pulled me against him.

“Slow down, Flower, breathe, slowly.”

I realized my inhaler was in my mouth and I pressed, releasing the medicine into my mouth. After a few

moments, I removed it from my mouth. I closed my eyes and withdrew from Derek. My head was

pounding, my hands were shaky and I slowly got up, ignoring him and walking up to my room.

He caused that. That was his fault.

'Don’t blame him, you freak…'