—Derek’s POV—
I remembered how it all happened.
I remember walking back into my office to continue my conversation with Garret. I sat down behind my desk, having an internal battle with my wolf about Violet.
( ‘You fucking dick! You hit our mate!’ ) Zaxton growled at me.
… She disrespected us. Twice. I warned her the first time…
( ‘She doesn’t deserve you-‘ )
I growled and pushed him back, focusing back on Garret.
I wanted to go see my Flower. My Violet. I needed to apologize to her- hold her. Kiss her painfully beautiful tears away and vow to never hurt her ever again. I needed to be with her, but I wasn’t moving.
“You good?” he checked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes and told him ‘yep’, motioning for him to pick up where we left off.
“Well, as I said, I have my eyes on two potential Gamma’s, I’m weighing out everything,” he informed me, naturally moving his hands and looking at me.
I sighed, “that’s good,” it came out gruff but I didn’t care, I was no longer in an adequate mood. I didn’t get what I needed to, I got distracted with Violet and never grabbed the packet from my room.
It should be ours- my Violet and me. I would say we could have pups, but according to the first report Reseda- Violet’s infertile. We won’t be having pups and it broke a part of me- larger than I’d like to admit.
“And the transfer? Good? Any updates on that fucktard?” I asked as I pulled out Chris’s file. I flipped it open.
He growled slightly, “No, Mallo-”
My own growl cut him off. “I don’t want to hear his name.”
That fucking dog.
He nodded, “Well, he wasn’t lying or anything. Christopher had made no reports back to his pack, and it seems like all communication filtering there has been cut off.”
“That’s impos- ” I started but stopped when a searing pain met my body. I felt my brows dig in pain, and I clutched my chest.
“Derek?” Garret asked, alarmed, standing up and rushing to me.
My head was pounding, my neck stinging. My whole body met hell.
My wolf whined and howled inside.
( ‘Mate…’ )
My eyes bulged as I struggled to stand. Garret went to put me back into the seat but I forced out a growl at him.
“De-”
“V-Violet!” I choked out, I stumbled to the door. “Garret, go… go get her!” he nodded at me and ran out of the room. I made just out of my office door, then I collapsed onto my knees.
I heard Garret break a door, then I heard it again.
I crawled my way to her room, agony a thick blanket weighing me down.
( ‘Mate…’ )
… Zaxton, fucking do something!…
( ‘Mate…’ ) he whined and then blocked me off. Fucking useless piec-
“Derek!” Garret screamed, and the smell of blood and her sweet scent invaded my nose.
No.
No.
… No…
I just made it to her door, grabbing it to hoist myself up. The intensity of the pain had me doubling over.
“Derek! Get in here!” he yelled again, panic seeping his tone. I gasped and clutched my chest and stumbled past her bed. “Derek! It’s bad…” he screamed, his voice cracking in the end.
I made it to the entry of the bathroom and right then and there I felt like I was in hell. I wasn’t in my house in my pack in South Dakota, I was thousands of feet below the ground. The Devil performing mind games on me.
Garret had her in his arms, pulling her out of the deep maroon water. Her blood.
A strangled cry left my lips as I fell on the bathroom floor. My hands met something wet, and I glanced down. A steak knife was on the floor, her blood splattered around it- on my hands.
… Her- her blood was on my hands…
… My-…
I wanted to fucking die.
I looked up at my mate. Garret was shouting at me, pressing fingers to her throat to check her pulse. Her eyes were shut, her lips barely parted, her skin was pale and her dark hair stuck to parts of her forehead and dropped down her back. Her bra was stained a bright red, the same as her underwear.
“F-Flow… Flower…” I whispered, my voice cracking.
“Derek, she barely has a pulse.” He stood up, “Get the fuck up, man!” he yelled at me. I just had my mouth hanging open as I took her in. “Violet? Violet, come on!”
Her wrists were deeply cut, profusely pouring out red. I felt my chest constrict and a sickness deep down coming to the surface.
Garret turned to me, shouting words I couldn’t hear. My eyes were focused on my bloodied flower. My breathing was quicking, and I felt my body fully slump down, smacking against the cold tiles- I blacked out.