“Violet,” he spoke coolly, “listen, you’re going to take this,” he handed me the unknown pill and water, waiting for me to take it.
I didn’t, I kept it in the palm of my hand and frowned, looking up at him.
“W-what is i-it?” I asked, my voice small.
“It’s an iron tablet, honey. You lost blood, just take it. You’ll be fine.” He opened the bottle of my sleeping pills and pulled one out as I hesitantly put the iron tablet in my mouth, taking water with it
“Now, take this and go to bed,” he handed me the pill, waiting for me to take it and swallow before continuing, “and in the morning, I’ll deal with this… mess. Understand?” there was no arguing with his tone.
“Y-yes, Alpha,” I whispered.
I expected him to leave after that, so I could go to bed, but he didn’t. He was staring at me, expectantly.
“A-aren’t you g-going to leave?” I hesitantly asked him.
“No, I’m not leaving until you’re asleep since you have a habit of doing things you’re not supposed to.” His stare fell into a glare for a second.
I felt embarrassed all of a sudden, seeing how I don’t sleep in a bed. This certainly is an awkward situation…
“W-well, I… I, um, don’t s-sleep in the bed…” my face was burning in awkwardness.
“Then what’s the purpose of it?” I didn’t expect him to respond like that…
“I-”
I could see the gears turning in his mind, “I’m assuming you slept on the ground in Christopher’s pack?” He raised an eyebrow at me like he knew he was right, “you’re used to it?”
I couldn’t help as my mouth slightly parted in shock and I nodded.
… He was smart…
“Well, Violet, I’m not ignorant. I’m an alpha that rules over twelve states, I would hope to have a brain.”
My cheeks got heated from my insensible thought.
“Get in bed.” He motioned with his chin and I slightly got up and walked to the side, climbing in.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m pretty sure this was heaven. The bed was cushiony in the all right spots and it felt like a cloud. I could live here.
I tried going to bed, but I couldn’t, my eyes wouldn’t shut. I felt the bed dip next to me and my head snapped over. Derek sat on the bed resting his back on the headboard. He looked over at me when he felt my gaze.
“Relax, Violet, I’m not going to touch you,” he said, annoyed.
‘There you go, annoy someone else…’
‘Hope he beats you like Chris…’
I nodded and turned my eyesight back to the ceiling. It was silent, the only noise present was our breathing. I didn’t feel drowsy in the slightest. I laid there for what felt like forever until Derek smashed the quietude with his voice.
“You really don’t like following directions, do you?” his tone was neutral and I couldn’t tell if he was upset or not. I looked over at him, “I tell you to do something and you do the opposite!” he dryly chuckled.
“What?” I whispered, confused.
“I tell you to call me Derek, you still call me ‘Alpha’. I tell you to stop harming yourself- you broke a mirror to do so. I tell you to sleep, and it’s been ten minutes- you’re still awake.” my face got heated at his words. I was disrespecting him.
“I… I-I’m s-sorry for d-disrespecting you…” I apologized.
He sighed and shook his head, “Violet- that’s not- whatever.” he sighed out and again, it was silent.
“Tell me about yourself,” Derek demanded, I tilted my head back to him to see him staring at me.
“What do you want to know?” it came out rushed and my face flushed at it. He shrugged, making it clear that he wasn’t going to verbally answer. “I, um…”
“Tell me about your parents.”
I turned my head back to the ceiling and answered him, “I d-don’t know m-much about them… I s-somewhat r-remember my d-dad. Barely.”
“When was the last time you saw them?” he quizzed.
“When… when I w-was nine…” I mumbled, my mind slightly dozy and my eyes started to feel heavy.
He hummed in response. When he asked the next question his voice was quieter like he knew the pills were kicking in, “were you born in Christopher’s pack?”
“I… yes.” I trailed feeling my eyes droop close. Usually, the pills don’t take this quick to kick in, maybe it’s the bed…
My mind was tuning in and out of its conscious state, and soon I felt myself mainly in its senseless form.
“Goodnight, Flower…” was the last, faint thing I heard before I was completely taken down by the little pill.