He didn’t like me, he’s made it quite evident, perhaps he felt guilty? I didn’t want a pity party, but my wolf wasn’t letting me move, so instead, I laid there.
Subconsciously, my hands started to trace patterns on his arm that laid on my waist.
“Stop,” he grunted out.
I halted my movements and closed my eyes trying to find the sleep that he was insinuating, but yet my mind was amuck from the events that happened mere minutes ago.
“Violet. Stop,” he snapped as he grabbed my hand. I didn’t realize I had started the tracing again, but he wasn’t pleased, “go to bed.” He grumbled, crushing my hands in his grip.
He pulled me closer into his chest and moved until he was comfortable. He was still pressing my hand against my stomach, right onto my newly developing bruise, and he didn’t seem to be letting go anytime soon. I tried to yank them out of his grip, but he just growled.
“Flower,” he groggily mumbled, “stop.”
“I-it hurts…” I whispered.
He sighed and let go of my hand, getting comfortable again. “Just go to sleep, flower.” there was almost a desperate tone in his plea, but I couldn’t, I was wide awake. My mind was buzzing.
“Violet,” he spoke, his voice gruff, it made my heart speed up.
“Y-yeah?” I whispered and he sighed out before he pulled his arm away from my waist and sat up. I looked up at him before quickly looking away.
… I didn’t want him to leave…
“Violet, are you tired?” I opened my mouth to answer him, but I stopped, slightly fearing what he would do based on my answer. He frowned down at me, “answer, Flower. It’s okay if you aren’t.” He reassured and I nodded my head, agreeing with him.
“You’re not tired?” I nodded again. “Do you want to go for a walk? Come on,” he slowly reached down, helping me up.
“Go put on some shoes, if you need any help, I’ll be out here,” he cautiously let go off my arm and I did as he said.
Derek lightly grabbed my hand, careful not to grab my freshly wrapped wounds, because I just told them they hurt. That wasn’t a lie, it didn’t hurt while I was doing it, it was a relief to me. But after that high, it did sting for a few hours.
We walked downstairs and out the front door, I subconsciously leaned into him, my fear of the dark crawling up my back.
“You’re okay, Flower,” Derek whispered to me, lowly and I was surprised I picked it up.
It was a quiet walk, just the sound of the grass under our shoes and the insects doing whatever it is they do. I was growing drowsy from the walking and from Derek’s body heat and scent. That and the loss of blood.
“A-alpha?” I mumbled, glancing up at him.
“Derek,” he corrected.
“R-right, I’m s-sorry,” I shook my head, feeling bad and my cheeks were heating up. “C-can we head back, p-please?” I shyly asked.
“Of course, Flower,” he gave a light squeeze to my hand and we turned around.
“Violet,” he started and I glanced up at him before looking back down. Have you ever slept with someone?”
My heart flew out of my chest, my walking faltered. My chest felt heavy as I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Like s-sex?”
“Um, no…” he drew out, “I should’ve worded it differently. Did you ever willingly sleep with someone?”
“Um, no, not s-sexually,” I answered truthfully, my cheeks got red, embarrassed.
“And what about just sleeping? Not sexually, like spending the night with someone, sleeping. Same thing?”
“Y-yeah,” I whispered. I never had a choice. “Usually, A-alpha didn’t s-sleep with me a-after, when he did, um- I didn’t want him to,” I quickly rushed out, I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. “B-but, he’s a lot bigger and heavier than m-me, s-so there wasn’t much I could do,” I mumbled.
My eyes were heavy, blinking felt amazing. I didn’t realize I was slowing down, but Derek did.
“Flower, come here,” he whispered and bent down, scooping me up. A small sound of protest left my lips because I felt bad. “Shh, I got you. Sleep, Flower. You’re safe with me, I promise.”
“I’m s-sorry,” I let my head rest against his shoulder, my body relaxed into his.
“Shh, we’ll take about it tomorrow.” I silently nodded, my eyes closing, my conscious slipping.
“D-Derek?”
“Flower?”
“I-I don’t like i-it when you y-yell at me,” I murmured. Normally, I’m not certain I would ever tell him something like that, but I was tired and Sage would take advantage of that.
“I’m sorry, Flower. Go to bed, honey. I’ll be with you in the morning.” he spoke softly, walking inside his house, up to the room. He lightly laid me on the bed and got in beside me, spooning me to sleep.
“Flower,” a voice whispered in my ear. I shuddered and kept my eyes closed, hugging the hard pillow in my arms. “Flower, wake up.” the voice rang again and I whimpered.
My body was slightly shaken and slowly I cracked my eyes open to see Derek. I was hugging his body while he was shaking my once sleeping form.
I blinked my burning eyes and saw his blue orbs staring down at me.
“You were crying.”
My face got red and I looked down, bringing up a hand to wipe my wet cheeks. I mumbled my apology for distributing his sleep and felt him pull away from me and out of my grip.
His next move surprised me deeply, he crawled over my body, pinning me down. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.
… What was he doing?…
His eyes pierced mine and he grabbed my wrist pinning them above my head with one hand, the other grabbing my jaw, I was surprised it wasn’t bruising yet, but this grip was soft. He didn’t want to hurt me. He leaned in threateningly and whispered to me his breath fanning against my lips.
“Violet. I ever find you cutting yourself again, I will strap you down in my darkest cellar,” his lethal voice rang, “or maybe, I’ll let you pay a visit to see your buddy Chris,” my chest constricted at his words.
He wouldn’t, would he? This is the same guy who killed his Father and Beta, he would.
“I’ll show what it means to self-harm. You can face him and show him your wrist that you so desperately try to hide. See what he does to you,” his voice seemed scornful, but he continued his torture on my mental state. “You’ve been a bad girl,” he growled as he dipped his head in my neck.
‘You’ve been a bad girl.’
‘Bad Girl.’
My body bucked against his and I started to tug my wrist out of his hold, sobs alarmingly leaving my lips. The more I yanked my wrist, the more pain painted them.
“G-get off…” I blubbered.