He chuckled. It was dry and humorous, but he was piecing together the bits.
“For kissing me?” he mocked. I nodded my head, knowing if I opened my mouth I’d be sobbing. He hummed.
“Didn’t know it was a crime to kiss your mate.” he spat in a low voice. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but I did.
Again, I couldn’t help the apology that left my lips.
“Stop fucking apologizing for everything,” he growled.
I apologized again and cringed. He raised an eyebrow at me and I went to apologize again but he raised a hand to cease my talking.
My face was hot with embarrassment.
“I’ll call Mallory…” he mumbled and left the room, slamming the door on the way out. Once he left, a sob escaped. Why did I have to ruin everything?
I knew I deserved my punishment. I was a slut, I deserved it, I knew that. But Derek didn’t agree, maybe that should tell me something.
A knock sounded at the door and I wiped my eyes before answering.
“Hey, Viv.” Mallory smiled at me, I did a half-closed mouth smile back before dropping my head to him. “Let’s go get some breakfast, yeah?” he said, leading me out of the room.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything Mallory was saying throughout breakfast. I would barely nod along to what he was saying. I wasn’t eating the eggs on my plate, instead, I was pushing them around.
‘This is why you’re not gaining weight…’
‘Stick…’
‘It’s so unattractive…’
‘This is why you ‘mate’ doesn’t want you…’
“Violet!” Mallory snapped me out of my thoughts, I brought my head up to his. He blinked a few times before speaking, “Viv, you’re crying…” he mumbled as his eyes looked at my cheeks.
“Oh… s-sorry…” I whispered and wiped my cheeks.
“It’s okay,” he assured, “do you wanna go on a run? You know, shift?” I felt like I had to agree so I nodded my head. He linked Derek and then took me out to the woods.
We were out for a while. I got easily tired, but he didn’t seem to want to go in right away, and I didn’t want to bum him out by saying I was tired, so we stayed out.
Now we were fully clothed and were back in Derek’s house. It was about lunchtime so we had a sandwich and then he said he had to go see Derek for something about his beta duties.
I was told to wait outside as they discussed the topics and I did so. Obediently. Like a good girl.
They were done soon and Mallory said he had to go do his beta business. I hesitantly knocked on the big brown door.
Derek opened it and I timidly walked in.
Why was I here? He’s shown clear signs of disinterest. Again, I’m blaming it on my wolf. This isn’t me. I wasn’t a slut.
“Flower, is there something you need?” he asked in a monotone voice as he closed the door.
I turned to face him and silently shook my head ‘no’.
He hummed. His eyes seemed to turn darker as he looked at me. He slowly scoped my body, and normally I would’ve started to panic, and cry. But with him, it was confusing because I wasn’t. I wasn’t panicking, I wasn’t crying.
He walked towards me, slowly, teasingly. He stopped once he was a few feet in front of me. Slowly he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest.
My breath caught in my throat as he put his head on my shoulder. His hands were slightly rubbing my sides and I seemed to relax in his grip.
He lightly kissed my neck, trailing upwards to my face, lightly skimming my skin in the process. I couldn’t help the shudder.
“Flower…” he whispered against my skin, “you drive me crazy…” his voice was so low, I barely heard him.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I bought my shaky hands on his torso. Sparks shot up my arms. He grabbed my chin and tilted my face up to his. His eyes were a dark navy blue, clouded in lust. Slowly he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
My eyes fluttered close. Just like the first time, it was incredible. He was warm and soft, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over it. I moved in sync against his lips. I never kissed anyone back before, besides the first time we kissed. What if I was a bad kisser?
He softly pulled away from me. When I opened my eyes, his were still closed. He mumbled a curse and tightened his grip for a second before letting go.
“Leave,” he spoke softly, seeming like he was trying to control an unnamed emotion. He pinched the bridge of his nose and I quietly left.