The Alpha

Chapter 17: 16- Meeting

---Derek’s POV---

Fuck…

I marked her. The one thing I said ‘no’ to. The little temptress.

I was still kissing her neck when she fell asleep, I hesitantly pulled back and stared at her.

Her mouth was slightly parted, lips swollen from our actions, her eyes, peacefully closed, her eyelashes

resting in her cheeks.

I sighed as I rolled over on the bed, pinching the bridge on my nose, closing my eyes.

( ‘I want her.’ )

...I don’t care what you want. She’s too weak, fucking fell asleep after marking…

( ‘I want her!’ )

I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the back of my head. My pants felt tight- oh, right… Little grind

monster, she is, got me all hot and bothered- when I specifically told her to not tempt me. Look what

she did.

I put a blanket over her, and I pulled myself off the bed, leaving her and walking to my room.

Fuck… Now I have a marked, damaged flower. It bothered me slightly that it was mainly the heat

talking in her, and I still marked her. If she wasn’t going through heat, that would’ve never happened, I

know that for a fact. She’s too traumatized from that fucktard Chris.

Even in my office when we’ve kissed, she would pause before kissing back. And at first, she’d let her

hands just hang at her sides. Inexperienced.

I got to my room, grabbing my phone, calling whatever girl was first, telling her to come over. I wasn’t

going to go to bed with this boner. The woman came over quickly and got to work. My mind stayed on a

brown-haired girl that barred my mark in the other room. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A small flick of anger ignited in my chest at the reminder that marked her. I took the girl on top, flipping

us over and diving into her, the room filled with her moans.

( ‘You disgust me. Violet would be so much better.’ )

I pushed it back, I didn’t need to deal with this.

Discomfort bubbled in my gut, and I knew it was a side effect of the bond. No doubt in my mind Violet

would wake up from the pain, she’d probably cut herself- luckily I swept the room of potential hazards.

( ‘The fact that you know how she’d react, and you continue to fuck another… distasteful, you don’t

deserve her!’ )

...Fuck off...

We were done and I dismissed her, rolling my eyes at the puppy eyes she was giving me. They don’t

spend the night- disgusting. I took a shower, getting rid of the girl’s smell.

I wasn’t satisfied at all. Those girls weren't my Flower. They were Violet. Just the thought of her sent

pleasure through my body- bringing back the boner that the girl couldn’t get rid of.

Only Violet could and I wasn’t going to barge into her room and fuck her or anything- I would never

without her permission.

I fixed my boner with the image of my Flower in my mind- my hand following. I got out of the shower

after and went into bed.

Just as I was about to drift off into a slumber, my senses relaxed, my ears picked up. It was faint and

made my chest unwillingly ache, her cries muffled by the walls, but still able to be picked up.

I sighed and twisted and turned, trying to rid my ears so the sound. I knew she’d wake up, I knew she’d

cry. She’s a crybaby.

My wolf growled, and I growled right back.

Lust never hurt anyone, I don’t know why Violet and my wolf were being such bitches about it. Grow

up. It’s not like I told her we were together or anything- excluding the mate bond, altogether.

I should’ve just jacked off in the first place- that girl didn’t even help, wasted a condom for nothing.

My chest and gut were drenched in discomfort. Her cries didn’t stop, and I had half the mind to barge in

her room and tape her mouth shut. It was about three in the morning when the cries stopped and I was

finally able to go to sleep.

I walked into the kitchen, pissed off, I was up till three and I wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s bullshit. I

called my Beta and Gamma over to discuss that reject, fuckface Chris. I opened my fridge, grabbing a

drink before going to eat breakfast in the other kitchen. I figured I had time to eat before Mallory and

Garret came over. Just as I closed the fridge and turned around, small steps came padding into the

kitchen.

Her eyes widened in fear, hurt, and something else before dropping her eyes and turning to leave. I

wasn’t in the mood for this.

“Violet.” I growled and she stopped, “come here.”

She cautiously turned around and slowly, fearfully walked towards me. I hated her fear. Especially

since it was directed towards me.

She stopped in front of me, her eyes on her sock covered feet. It’s so cute, she’s always wearing socks

whenever I see her in the house.

My eyes subconsciously went to her mark only to see she covered it with not only her shirt but also her

hair. I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Stop crying so loud, I was up all night because you can’t keep quiet.” I scolded.

Her eyes watered slightly and I huffed at her. She widened those beauties and opened her mouth,

stuttering out an apology.

“I-I’m s-sorry…” I narrowed my eyes at her, expecting her to say my appellation, but she didn’t.

Let’s be mean…

No. I don’t want to hurt her- I can’t stand those eyes when they’re sad. I hated to see her cry and she

was just about to

Yet- my mouth spoke.

“Learn to fucking speak. Stop stuttering all the goddamn time,” I growled at her, hitting an insecurity on

purpose. Her eyes flashed, the same emotion when I tsk-ed her name. She closed her mouth and

nodded at me.

I let go of her and she turned and practically scurried out of the kitchen and away from me.

( 'Jackass' )

...Thank you...

No, go apologize.

I sighed out and called for her. I heard her walk back down two stairs and her small patters as she

came back.

“Violet,” I said softly. She sniffled. I bit my lip to stop from frowning- everything inside me hurt knowing

that she was sad- I kept it all back so she wouldn’t feel it through the bond. “I’m sorry, honey, come

here.”

She swallowed but didn’t move, so I took a step closer to her, lightly grabbing her chin and bringing her

face up to mine. She wasn’t making eye contact with me, tears streaming from her eyes.

I brushed my thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears. I saw her frown but she didn’t say

anything. Like the dick I am- I was going to take advantage of that.

I dropped my hands down to her shoulders- pulling her against my chest, hugging her, comforting her.

Anything to make her feel better.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast and I felt her breathing pick up- after a few seconds of me

focusing on our bond, she calmed down enough. I didn’t want to pull back but I did.

I dismissed her and she went upstairs, we didn’t say anything else.

I ate breakfast, having cooks send food up to Violet, and then answered the door when Mallory and

Garret arrived, the doorbell chiming through-out my house. We went up into my office to discuss the

situation.

“So, how’s Violet coping with everything?” Mallory asked as he sat in one of my chairs, Garret sitting in

the other.

I shrugged. I haven’t talked to her about it, that’s what the therapist is for.

Garret and Mallory gave me a look to which I scoffed at them, they shouldn’t be critiquing my life.

“You know, I have yet to meet this floret we are talking about,” I glared at the nickname he gave her,

“tell me, Derek, will I ever get the pleasure of meeting her?”

“Well, as of now- I’m in a pissy mood, so no.” I deadpanned as I rolled my eyes at him.

Garret was a good guy, he was about the same height as me, ebony complexion, a buzz cut, and hazel

eyes. He was my Gamma and my lead warrior, training the others. Originally, Mallory was my Gamma,

but my old Beta did some things that resulted in his death, sucks to be him.

Garret and Mallory looked at each other and chuckled, before turning back to me and getting serious.

“Well, does Violet know we might go to trial?” Mallory asked.

“No.” I voiced, monotone.

Mallory looked at me in slight disbelief, “then how are we-”

“Listen, nothing is final yet, I haven’t heard from the lovely king yet,” I cut him off, getting slightly ticked,

“so, I’m not telling her about it yet.”

“But do you think that’s the best idea?” Garret challenged, “I mean, the sooner you tell her, that could

give her more time to get comfortable with the idea and the topic.”

“Yes, I agree. You know she won’t be willing to talk about it right away.” Mallory backed him up causing

a small growl from me. I knew they were right, I just hated how Mallory assumed he knew her so well.

“Oh my fucking God, then I’ll tell her.” I snapped at them. They raised their hands in mock surrender as

they eyed me at my unusual behavior. “Mallory- how’s the information about that fucktard? Progress?”

He sighed, “no,” he seemed frustrated at the topic, but I didn’t care.

“Then what have you been doing?” I huffed out.

“Trying to figure it out. He supposedly went back to his pack, but he, his Beta, and Gamma haven’t

been responding to anything. There’s no data on them.” he rubbed his forehead, growing annoyed at

the topic.

Chris was supposedly currently in his pathetic pack. He was in my cellars, but the King told me he has

to investigate the shit before I could do anything to him. Or else it’d be a crime and blah blah blah.

The conversation didn’t end that well.

So I had to let that bastard go, lucky for him I didn’t get to do much.

“Okay, whatever.” I puffed out.

“Dude, what the hell is up your ass today?” Garret raised an amused eyebrow at me.

“Your butt plug,” I growled at him.

That caused Mallory to laugh before he chimed in, “dude, seriously what’s with you?”

“Nothing just went to sleep late last night.” I rolled my eyes, relaxing back into my chair.

“Oh, late…” Mallory wiggled his eyebrows at Garret and I scowled at them.

“You’re getting action from Violet?” Garret asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

Yes, but not that type. Instead of verbally answering, I growled at them, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh, wait! Garret, what if Derek here is suffering from the good old ‘blue balls’?” he chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m getting action practically every night, just not from Violet.” I shrugged and the

moment I said that Mallory and Garret lost any signs of amusement.

“Dude-” Garret started.

“Derek, you’re cheating on Viv?” Mallory asked, slightly shocked with his mouth open. “Why the hell are

you doing that? Does she even know?” he was getting pissed at me and that rubbed me wrong.

“Yes. She even walked in on me fucking someone.” I fired back, smugly.

Garret shook his head, looking down.

“What the hell is wrong with you? She’s you mate-” I was getting real ticked with him and this power he

thought he had to talk about my mate like that.

“Do you have a problem with it, Hamlin?” I questioned, sneering his forename and cocking an eyebrow

at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but I wasn’t in the mood, “might I remind you, she’s my

mate, Hamlin. It’s my relationship. I don’t need you to tell me how to run it. Understand, Hamlin?” I told

him in disdain.

He kissed his teeth before averting eye contact and nodding in distaste.

I gave a dry, false smirk, “Garret, do you have anything to add?”

He shook his head, “leave.” I instructed both of them.

I didn’t need their fucking opinions. Correction- I didn’t need Mallory’s. I called Garret back in.

“Yeah?” He asked, sitting back down after he closed the door. I stared at him for a second before I

sighed out.

“How’s Hannah?”

“She’s fine, you saw her last week,” he raised an eyebrow at my question. “Not even, on Sunday.” He

seemed to have a slight attitude with me- I knew it was because I said I was sleeping with girls that

weren’t Violet.

“Drop the Attitude. Back to where I was going,” I glared at him. “You think she’ll like Violet?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I haven’t met her. Hannah wants to meet her, she’s nice.”

“Yeah,” I mused, leaning back in my chair. “But she’s quiet, doesn't talk a lot. Do shy people get along?”

“She’s not shy or quiet,” he laughed, “she just doesn't really speak to you. Nothing personal, just

doesn’t have topics in common. Hannah talks to me all the time, I love it.”

I tilted my head nodding- so I can have Violet meet her.

“Hannah talks to you a lot?”

Garret blinked at me for a second. “Yeah… She’s my mate.”

“Well yeah- but- Violet’s more on the quiet side,” I told him, I was silently looking for advice.

He nodded. “I know, I heard she had a past, Mallory told me-”

I growled- cutting him off. Why was Mallory talking about her?

“What did he say?” I barked.

“She was ‘shy, pretty, quiet, traumatized’,” he recited and I wanted to drag Mallory back here and punch

him. Why did he call her pretty? She is- no question about it- but it just makes me wonder.

I breathed out.

“Look, man. For starters, if you want her to open up to you, be nice to her. Stop sleeping with people,”

he glared and I glared back. “Talking sounds come naturally to mates, it’s comforting to us. Touching is

a good one too, it doesn't have to be big, just small like holding her hand, or brushing her hair, kissing

her cheek, you know?”

I shook my head. “I can’t touch her like that, she doesn't like it. Trauma.”

“Do you know her coping mechanisms?”

“Self-harm.”

“Oh,” he frowned. “Maybe read up on different types of trauma,” I already have. “And ask her about it?

Eat with her, say goodnight to her, something, Derek. It’s not about the ‘gesture’ but more about the

meaning, you know what I’m trying to say?”

I nodded. I did that, walking with her when she couldn’t go to bed- the moment she felt tired I just

wanted to pick her up and take her home and let her sleep.

But she wouldn’t have liked that. I dismissed him, thinking of my precious Flower.