The Alpha - Arianna Green (FULL 50 Chapter)

---Derek's POV--- 

We were having triplets. Fucking triplets. My mate's carrying three children. 

Holy hell. 

Could I seriously be any luckier? 

Life was going fucking fantastic. I had Violet, we had kids on the way, I pronounced Violet as Luna last week, and the King dropped off Chris in my possession. 

I was fucking ecstatic. 

We learned the genders about four weeks ago. We're going to have two baby boys and one little girl. I was so fucking excited. 

But I was slightly dreadful. Don't get me wrong, I love them. I can't wait to hold them and raise them with Violet by my side. But she wasn't supposed to have kids, she 

was deemed infertile. She wasn't even aware of that. 

I don't plan on telling her either, I don't want to bring stress to her. But there was a big possibility that they won't make it- as much as it pained me to think about it. But I wouldn't tell Violet about it. 

We won't be able to have kids after this- if it goes as planned. I'm hoping things would go smoothly because her wolf-Sage- made a full recovery earlier this week. 

I was beyond proud of my Flower. 

She's currently about four months along. She's so protective of them, too. She always had a hand on her bump. She didn't let anyone touch her stomach. Not even 

Hannah. They hung out frequently. I was glad she had someone -besides me- she could talk to. 

Therapy appointments were on hold for the time being. She didn't want to be around men. She felt uneasy around Garret, even though we all knew he would never touch her- she was just traumatized. And I understood. It was the same at the Luna ceremony, she didn't want to be around the males- she stayed right by my side with 

her hand over our babies. 

Violet rarely let me touch her stomach. I knew I didn't have the right to be offended, but it hurt. I usually snuck around it and had my hand on her belly at night. It was perfect because of the way we usually slept- I would spoon her. She sleeps on her side with the pregnancy-perfect. 

Once, it backfired on me. She woke up screaming in absolute horror, then felt someone touching her stomach. She instinctively hit me repeatedly. Wasn't too fun on 

either side. 

I had to sleep in a chair for three nights straight. 

She was going to be a great fucking mother. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind. Zaxton was beyond exciting- yipping in joy. 

We had a meeting today, she was attending with me to take notes. It's overdue and I rescheduled and changed locations because I didn't want to travel with Violet's 

pregnancy. 

Violet held my hand as we walked to the pack house to meet them. 

"Who a-are we meeting again?" Violet looked up at me, her honey orbs sparkling in the sun. 

"Alpha and Beta of Kansas." She thought for a second before her eyes lit up. 

"Didn't you say they were your brothers?" she asked. 

I chuckled, looking down at her. "Yes. Zachary and Scott, they got normal names..." I muttered. 

Normal names while I got Benlyam-fucking- what the hell is that- it's just so- 

Violet squeezed my hand and gave a small smile, "I like your name." 

I leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips, "I like you." 

She blushed and looked down at her stomach. The September sun hit her face, she looked so fucking beautiful. 

We walked into the lobby that was relatively empty and I spotted them. They turned and stood up to greet me. 

"Benny!" Zachary addressed and my mind blanked for a second, anger seeping in my senses at that term- a certain fucker I couldn't stand called me that while he beat 

my mate. 

I felt Violet's hand go limp in mine. I quickly looked down at her. Her honey eyes were locked on Zachary as her breathing became sharp. 

('Panic attack! Help her!') Zaxton growled out. 

She took a step closer to my side and back. I lightly grabbed her arm. She flinched and I turned her body towards me but she kept her eyes locked on my brother. I gently grabbed her chin and brought her glassy eyes to mine. 

"Violet, it's okay," I spoke tenderly to her, coaxing her to calm down. She was shaking. Her lips trembled as she tried to say something but nothing was coming out. I pulled her to my chest as I smoothed her hair. "Shh, Flower. He isn't going to ever lay a finger on you." 

I felt her hands shake against my abdomen as she focused her breathing. Once she was calm enough, I pulled back and glared at my confused brother. 

"Don't call me that," I growled at him and he was beyond baffled. He looked between Violet and me. 

"I- sorry. I didn't know it'd be such a big deal..." he muttered. 

"Yeah, well now you know," I snapped at him. "Fucking call me 'Derek' like everyone else." 

Scott walked up, eyeing our encounter. 

"You're my brother, I'm not calling you by our surname, I'll rightfully call you Benlyam. Calm your tits," Zachary growled out, I felt Violet inch closer to my side. 

('Don't you dare let him scare our mate! Put him in his fucking place!') 

I chuckled. "You'll call me what I tell you- now you're looking at 'Alpha'. I'm your superior. We're here for business," I reminded him as I glared daggers in his direction. 

Violet was doing wonderful keeping herself okay, I'm not having him mess her up- I don't give a fuck who he is. Zachary went to go say something but Scott cut him 

off. 

"Alright, how about we just drop it?" Scott gave a small nod at us both. He turned to Zachary and muttered, "Chill the hell out, you know she's sensitive." 

Zachary frowned and turned to Violet, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about the name, would've been nice to have a warning,” he gritted in my direction, “but I'm sorry. Congratulations," he nodded towards her hands. They were still shaking. 

"T-thank you," she gave a small smile. Shit, I fucking love her so much. 

"Alright, let's go," I grabbed Violet's hand as she walked beside me to my office, leading Zachary and Scott. 

"Meeting in here?" Zachary questioned as he walked up the stairs and into the office. 

"We're redoing a room and they're finishing up," I told him as I got Violet seated and then sat down myself. 

"Fun," Scott chimed in, "baby room?" 

I nodded. Violet hated her old bedroom- obviously from the notes and cameras, and pictures from it. It was a struggle for her to go in and plan how to redo everything. 

The renovation was helping though. 

The meeting went relatively well as we talked about hunting problems and a coven nearby with some problems. Once we were all done, they bid their farewells, and 

Violet and I walked back to our house. 

I couldn't pinpoint it, but Zaxton was anxious. He didn't know why, but he wanted to hold her baby bump. I didn't want to. 

It's not like I hated it and never wanted to touch her, I was just apprehensive. I was scared to get attached in case something happened because she was said to be sterile. I don't mean I never touched her. I did it sometimes at night when she was asleep. 

'Let me touch our fucking kids, you dick!' 

No, suck it up. 

"Bee?" Violet asked and I looked down at her. 

"Flower?" she smiled at her nickname. 

"You s-should have more pictures in the house," I furrowed my brows at her nervousness. 

Her stuttering has gotten better with me, almost completely gone. I hated that she was nervous to tell me a simple thing like that. But I understood. 

She didn't ask for much- if anything at all. She was just happy with my presence and her kids. 

I chuckled at her. "I like that idea. I'd love pictures of you," I winked at her and she blushed. 

I helped her up the porch steps and opened the door for her. 

"You know what I mean," she smiled and I kissed her forehead. 

"I like it." 

('Oh, my fucking- touch her stomach!') 

...Fuck. Off... 

Worry was growing in me. Fuck it, better safe than sorry. I neared my hand towards her round belly and glanced at her for approval. She hesitantly nodded. She truthfully didn't like it when someone touched her. Father of the kids or not. 

I rubbed small circles against her shirt and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. Violet gingerly responded, her hand cupping my face. 

... You good?... 

Zaxton growled in return but didn't say anything. I pulled away from her and kissed her forehead before we headed into the kitchen. She got some water and then we 

had dinner. 

Once we were done, we walked upstairs to check out the new room, and the workers left for the day. We walked into our room and got ready for bed. 

Violet sighed as she laid down. 

"You okay?" I asked, concerned as her eyebrows knitted for a brief second. 

She nodded. "Yeah, my back just hurts," I leaned down and kissed her forehead as I slipped my hand under her to help alleviate her pain. The bond really works wonders. Truly a gift. 

I laid down beside her, covering her. Her eyes were already close. Three babies tired her out quickly. 

"I love you Violet, goodnight," I pressed another kiss to her forehead before I situated myself. 

"Love you too, Bee," Violet mumbled as she crashed. I smiled at her. 

I wish my mom could meet her- she'd love Violet. My survivor. My fighter. My flower. 

We kept the lights on while we slept, something Violet clearly established. That and not being alone. She couldn't stand it. She could shower and stuff but she didn't like being in a room by herself or downstairs with the cooks. 

I thought the light was the reason I couldn't go to sleep, but it was fucking Zaxton. He was pacing with apprehension. He didn't know why. I laid there for hours as he just whined with dread- he didn't know why and I didn't either. It was pissing me off. 

Violet was out. There were a few times her face would scrunch up and I passed it as some questionable dreams. I was ready to go to sleep. Zaxton wouldn't give me any information. 

I finally went to sleep after being kept up for four hours. 

Zaxton clawed in pain at me and my eyes shot open. I was only asleep for an hour and he woke me back up. I was confused until a scent hit my nose. I shot up in bed as Zaxton howled at me to do something. 

I looked over at Violet's scrunched face. Her crease was evident in between her eyebrows. I felt my heart tear as I looked down further. It matched exactly what I smelt and explained Zaxton's agony. 

Blood.