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.

She wasn’t Violet- not even close. She couldn’t compare at all. I wanted to hold Violet, I wanted to

sleep with her, caress her, wipe her tears off her cheeks, kiss her- everything. I needed to do

something.

I got up, closing and locking my door to my office. I walked right down to her room. I wouldn’t go in. The

pain was bubbling, I heard her soft cries, they were so faint and small.

I knew she wasn’t harming herself, 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 her bloodied hands.

Wilted Flower…

My wolf stirred in me. Not for me to see her, or leave or anything. Instead, it was like he was

anticipating something. I shook it off and turned, walking to my room.

I quickly took a shower and threw on some boxers and settled in bed. I felt myself dozing off to the

image of a girl with chestnut hair and russet orbs.

I woke up slightly after falling asleep to the sound of my door closing. I turned my head over to see

Violet’s silhouette.

“Flower?” I questioned, my voice slightly groggy.

“Derek…” she whispered, nearing my bed. She cautiously sat on it and looked at me. She had a

slightly hungry look in her eyes and I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Flower, is there something you need? It’s…” I turned my head to the digital clock on my nightstand, but

I couldn’t make out the numbers, “...late…” I mumbled to her.

She slowly crawled over to me in the middle of the bed, “Derek…” her smooth, gentle voice whispered.

I 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 didn’t have any fresh ones.

“Violet,” I said slowly, trying to get her to focus on me, “is there something you need?” her eyes ran

down my abdomen and up my chest, stopping at my lips. I felt a little tug in my heart at her action.

“You…” her voice was so quiet, I almost missed what she said. My body tensed slightly at her words.

She inched closer to me, and gently brought her hands up to my shoulders, gingerly bringing her leg

over my lap- straddling me.

My eyebrows knitted at her actions. Was this her payback from me f*cking that girl? It wasn’t like she

stayed the night or anything…

Violet brought her face down into my neck, 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 hovered over my lips. She slightly pulled back and a small growl left my lips at her

actions.

Her brown beauties peered into my eyes, almost for approval, before flicking between my lips and eyes

again.

Flower-you had my approval the moment I laid eyes on you…

I slightly pushed her back- edging her into me as a sign. She leaned down and pressed her warm,

addictive lips against my own. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She moved calmly against mine, her hands trailing through my hair. I felt blood rush to myself. She felt

it and pressed herself down.

...Fuck…

I didn’t want her calm kisses anymore, I wanted it my way. I carefully flipped us over, lying her on my

bed. I quickly deepened the kiss and she responded right away. I trailed my hands down her sides as

she slightly tugged at my hair.

She wrapped her 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 leaving her lips and a groan threatening

to escape mine.

“Derek…” she moaned my surname. It felt so right on her lips. So heavenly.

She removed her hands from my hair and slipped them between our chest, finding the hem of her shirt.

Violet started pulling it up, and I took it out of her hands, taking it off for her. Her hands tugged at my

shirt and it too was removed. Her hands followed down to her pants and we stripped off our bottoms.

I pressed against her lips again, and she started to grind against my hardness.

“Violet…” I groaned.

“Derek,” she pulled back from my lips and looked into my eyes, “please…” I was slightly confused on

what she was asking for until I felt her slim hand grab my bulge. Her eyes held a longing, I wanted to

please her. Complete her.

Her hands pulled at my boxer- not breaking eye-contact with me. I helped her remove them before

slipping my hands to her underwear.

“Violet, are you sure?” I asked as I positioned myself at her entrance.

“Yes, please, Derek,” she breathed. Her soft groan filled my ears as I slowly pushed forward-

....What the fuck…

Did I just have a sex dream?

I opened my eyes and looked around. My room was empty, sunlight streaming in. My eyes landed on

my sheets and saw my tent. Fuck.

My wolf was quite active, eagerly clawing at me. For what? Something nudged inside of me. Why did I

have a sex dream about her? Why was my wolf behaving so weird?

( ‘That wasn’t our induced dream.’ )

...Huh?...

Oh, my fuc-Violet’s in heat.