The Alpha - Arianna Green (FULL 50 Chapter)

 

---Derek's POV--- 

Violet and I went on a date today. I loved it, I could tell she was nervous- even though there was nothing to worry about. We left the kids with Garret and Hannah, they were very excited to watch them for us. 

We went on a picnic, then went on a nice run that we both enjoyed. It was very fun, I adored our time together. 

I looked down at her as we walked to our house, the February air made her cheeks pink. The streaming sun shone on her- her eyes came alive when she looked up at, curious about my stare. 

Honey eyes. 

Lana has the same ones, I fucking adore them. However, Lana's were darker, even in the light. I love our pups. 

I slipped my hand from hers and wrapped my arm around her thin shoulders. I pulled her into me and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She smiled, circling her arm around my back. 

"You're so beautiful, Flower." I kissed her forehead again when she looked up at me. I saw the doubt in her eyes and I couldn't stand it. She was so perfect but she 

couldn't see it. 

I loved every inch of her, I didn't care about those markings on her or the small stretch marks on her lower belly- I loved them. She was very sad about the stretch marks when she developed them in the pregnancy, it was natural for humans- some werewolves got them, some didn't, it depended on size and pups. 

Violet was a very thin woman, and she carried three pups for the majority of the pregnancy- I was expecting it. Violet wasn't because there were still things she didn't know and I couldn't overwhelm her mind with information- I mean, she thought Christopher was her mate. 

She cried for a few days, and I was always beside her. 

I didn't see an issue with them, if anything they made her prettier- even though 'pretty' was too simple for my extraordinary Flower. I don't there is a single word to describe just how fucking stellar she is. 

Her name would suffice. 

Violet. 

My beautiful, strong Flower, that gave me the world, expecting nothing in return. I'd give her anything and everything- she doesn't have to ask. 

She gave a forced, polite smile, "thank you." She did that smile a lot around people- especially Zachary when he came to visit. 

It wasn't too noticeable that it was forced because of how well she did it, but when I'm with her all day, doing things, I pick up on stuff. 

Like how I learned- if she feels self-conscious around me, whether she's crying in my arms or standing silently in my embrace while her mind works- I don't correct her 

right away. It was pointless because she wouldn't retain anything I said. Wait until she calms, then talk- much easier and she could understand. 

I moved my arm down to grab her waist, slyly pulling her chest against mine. She let herself be moved. She contrasted against the snowy backdrop and I smiled at her. 

Fuck me- those eyes- fucking hell. How did I treat her like that? 

"I love you so much, Violet, I don't know how to describe it," I watched as her cheeks heated and I pressed my lips against hers. 

('She's so perfect...') 

... Yes, she is... 

Her hands wrapped around me and I pulled her small body closer to me, deepening our kiss. Her lips were so soft. 

One of my hands went down to her ass, the moment I grabbed her- she pulled back from my lips. Longing invaded my system, I wanted her lips back on mine. 

Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment as she glanced around. I moved my hand up to her hair, brushing a strand. She looked back at me, biting her lip. 

Shit, Flower... 

I naturally went to kiss her again, she put her hand on my chest, turning her head. I looked at her, puzzled. The fu- what? 

"We can do that in private, Bee," she softly whispered to me. Fuck, I love her voice. 

She amused me- in private? If she wasn't so conscious about affection, I'd kiss her again but I simply hugged her into me, kissing the top of her head. 

"Private?" I asked as I gave her another kiss. I felt her dig her face into my chest and I slipped my hands under her, slyly lifting her up. 

She picked up on my move because she lifted her head. 

"Put me down," she frowned at me, "someone's gonna see!" She said it as I cared. I didn't- I couldn't give a fuck. 

"I'm good, Flower," she pursed her pink lips at me. "I could give a fuck if they see us, I'm allowed to give you attention. Unless you're trying to tell me something?" She narrowed her eyes at me. 

"I just don't want people to see..." she mumbled and I hugged her into me, wrapping her legs around me. I would've kissed her right then and there just to prove a point but I respected her enough to lay low. 

"Flower, nobody's here. And if they are, it's warriors doing checks like they're supposed to, no one cares," I kissed her red cheeks. "Our pack, our rules, and I'll snap their neck if they have any promiscuous intentions." 

She sighed out and relaxed into my body and I continued on our walk as she rested her head on my shoulder- her fingers at the end of my hair. She pressed a light kiss on my neck and my heart tugged. 

"I love you," she mumbled against me. Everything in my life lightened when she told me that, no matter what was going on, no matter how many times she said it. 

"I love you too, Violet," I slipped one of my hands under her shirt. She shivered against me and I rubbed her back. She sighed out and gave another kiss to my neck, I 

smiled. 

"Do you want to go sit somewhere? We can go under a tree or something?" I asked her as I rubbed her back- accidentally running in with her bra strap a few times. 

She pulled up- I immediately missed her- looking at me with her head tilted. 

"You'll get wet," she frowned, "and cold!" she added and I bit my lip as I looked at her. 

Fucking hell... 

"I don't care, Flower," she shook her head. 

"I refuse for that to happen!" she declared and I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. 

"Are you worried about me, Flower?" I teased her and I saw her glare at me- she didn't deny it, she didn't need to. She rolled her beautiful eyes. 

"I said no, Derek," she grumbled and put her head back down on my shoulder. I hummed as I kissed her cheek and continued our walk. My surname... it should be ours. 

We ended up back at our house and I stopped at the porch, sitting down on a chair. I bought two a few months ago, I also brought some for the backyard so we could spend time outside. 

I carefully sat down making sure Violet was comfortable- she naturally straddled my lap but started to move against me. I loosened my hold around her, letting her get situated. She kept brushing against my crotch and I swallowed. I cleared my throat and she glanced up at me- her eyes sparkling. 

"Are you okay?" 

I nodded- her head fell back, laying on me as she slipped one hand under my shirt. 

Her eyes were looking off to the side, mindlessly staring off as her hands traced patterns on my stomach. Fucking hell- I love her. 

So innocent in ways. So precious- she holds my hand when she gives me head- it fucking kills me. And when she started it- it was just out of nowhere. Her perfect lips were around me and then all of a sudden she pulled up and asked to hold my hand- I swear I almost melted. 

I do the same to her when I go down on her- she liked it. And at first- she just patted the bed, and I thought it was just motions from her squirming but then I learned she was trying to grab my hand. 

('Fucking love her...') 

She was forced to grow up and didn't get to enjoy her adolescent years- it hurt me. I hated how she was hurting and they were nothing I could do because my Flower 

was miles and miles away from me. 

My Flower was forced into life. After I was told she was infertile and our relationship wasn't super stable- we were blessed with kids. We both - but her mainly with carrying them- were forced to patch the dam and fix the cracks until we were able to fully renovate. 

We were renovating. 

She was so perfect. I wish my Mom could meet her- I truly believe without a shadow of a doubt she would love her. They would adore each other. I'd never let my 

Father near her. 

According to Christopher Jabez himself-my father knew about the situation with him and Violet years before I met her. That pissed me off. So- he got Violet in his possession when she was nine, which made me thirteen at the time. And my father started becoming unhinged around the same time so it made sense why he didn't do anything. Pathetic. 

Another reason to hate him. 

I know my Mom would fucking love her. 

My strong women. Lana will be just like her mother, I can tell- has her eyes, her glare when I try to get her to eat carrots, her stubbornness when I'm trying to get her to sleep. Layton- I'm interested to see how he'll come out- he's a mix of us both right now. 

I'm also anticipating them meeting their grandparents- actually, Violet meeting them. I haven't told her that originally- her mother wasn't interested. Her father emailed me later that week, rescheduling behind his wife's back because he wanted to see her. Her mother wasn't too pressing. It was odd to me- why wouldn't you want to see your daughter after how many years? 

If Lana or Layton- Gods forbid- ever got separated from me, I'd fucking track them down every second of the day until I got to hold them again. 

They weren't rushing to meet her again- I knew it bothered her a little bit, I felt it when I'd tell her about the schedule changes. 

"Bee?" Violet whispered-breaking from my thoughts. I hummed in response as I looked at her. 

She pulled up from me and I immediately tightened my grip so she wouldn't fall. She only sat up a little bit, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful face and her body 

was still comfortably in my arms. 

"Wanna know something?" She asked softly. 

I smiled, "Yes, Flower." 

"I'm happy," my heart tugged, and instantly my smile grew, I had to bite my lip to control it. "I'm very happy. I like this feeling, I feel like I have something. With you and the twins, I feel complete." 

Zaxton purred, enamored with what she was saying. 

"I feel like I'm growing, Bee, I haven't cut and I'm better at telling you how I feel, my stuttering improved. I'm still, you know, uncertain about my weight, and I'm not ready to go back to therapy, but I like this feeling." 

I was smiling so hard- I couldn't help it. That made me happy. 

"I'm glad to hear that, Violet, I really am," I pulled her into me, hugging her. I let out a small laugh. I pulled her back and immediately planted my lips on her tempting, 

sweet ones. 

I felt her smile against my lips. 

"Violet Ophelia Taylor," I pulled back, "I, Benlyam," I gagged and she laughed, "Silas Derek, am completely and utterly in love with you. I love you. I can't wait to grow with you and our pups. I'll be with you till the day we di-" 

She widened her eyes and shushed me, pushing her fingers against my lips. 

"Don't say that, Bee. I can't stand that thought of being without you." I kissed her finger and she removed it. 

"I adore everything about you, Violet. My Flower. I swear to make your life bliss, I promise you. You're my world, honey." 

That was the complete, honest truth and I hope she knows that. I saw her eyes water and she pressed a small kiss to my lips. 

"I love you too, Benlyam. I like how you taught me what love was, and that you gave me yours, I couldn't be a-anymore thankful," she grabbed my face and kissed me 

with everything and I died. 

Right then and there. 

Fucking fuck- I love her. I love her. 

...I love her... 

..."I love you too."... I heard her and I truly loved it. 

We sat for a few more moments, hours could've passed- I didn't care. I enjoyed having her sit with me, kiss me, letting me hold her. But sadly- we couldn't stay there forever- we had two beautiful babies to go see, and love, and care for. 

She was so excited to see them again, kissing them both endlessly. She fed them and I had to leave her for a few minutes. Even if she hated being alone, and I hated leaving her alone. 

Hannah had to go back to her house to take care of some problems- Garret stayed and we talked about some perimeter problems before he departed. 

It took a lot longer than I planned and I was eager to go back into our room and see my lovely Flower. It was later and I expected the twins to be asleep in their crib and Violet off doing something- when I walked in our room, I saw her laying on our bed with the twins asleep by her. 

My Flower, when will she learn? I walked by her and realized she was also out. They looked so perfect- in fact... I fished my phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture. 

I'll frame that and put it in my office. 

Now the hard part- taking them from her. 

Shit... 

I quietly made my way to the other side of the bed by their crib and bent over. I lightly rubbed Violet's shoulder because if I didn't she'd probably instinctively hit me- I didn't need her panicking right now. 

Her eyebrows creasing and her eyes fluttered open- confused as to why she was being woken up. I didn't want to, Flower. 

"Hmm?" She blinked at me and I shot her a quick smile. 

"Hey, Flower," I said to her softly, "move, please," I spoke as I reached to grab Layton. She frowned and gave a quick, light kiss to his forehead as I carefully picked him up- trying not to wake him. I did the same with Lana and thankfully- they stayed asleep. 

I let out a small sigh and looked back at my Flower who was barely keeping her eyes open. I smiled at her and bent over on the bed so I could speak to her. 

She gave a tired smile and I lightly kissed her forehead. 

"Sorry it took so long, Flower," I whispered. 

"It's okay," she mumbled. 

I gave her a warm smile, bringing up a hand to her cheek to brush her hair. 

"Did you eat?" I saw her eyes leave mine for a second, coming back quickly. So, she didn't eat- her easy tell. 

"No," she whispered. I frowned and sat up. I heard her groan- knowing what's coming. 

"Come on, Flower," I lightly grabbed her hand, pulling her up, despite her frown. 

"Bee," she complained, lightly. I shushed her and lifted her, she naturally relaxed into my body and I started walking towards the door. 

"I was comfortable and tired," she rolled her eyes, resting her head against my chest as I carried her downstairs. 

"You should've eaten before you got situated, honey," I remind her and she huffed out because she knew I was right. 

I walked to the table and pulled out a seat with my foot and carefully placed her in it- even with her glaring at me. 

"Don't give me that look, Flower," she rolled her eyes at me and stood up, cringing. I glanced down- she wasn't wearing socks. 

"Ew," I couldn't help but laugh- causing her to glare at me again. She walked over to the fridge and thought for a second before pulling out some leftovers. "This okay?" 

I didn't even check, I just agreed with her. She didn't take too long with heating it and serving it- I would've done it but she seemed in her own world. 

She quietly ate-her tired state not faltering in the slightest. Which reminded me of something as she got up to take ur plates. 

I picked her up to carry her upstairs and I was surprised she didn't fall asleep on our way up. We both got ready for bed and laid together. 

"Flower?" 

"Yeah?" she mumbled as I held her body- she was snuggled up against me, my chest to her back. 

"You know you're not supposed to have the pups sleeping in bed with you, wait until they're six months," I reminded her lightly as I kissed the top of her head. 

She sighed out, "I'm sorry, Bee. They're just so cute and cuddly," she was barely speaking, so close to just going under. 

"I know, Flower, just one more month," I kissed her head. 

She hummed, "Goodnight, Bee. Love you." 

"Goodnight, Flower. Love you," I whispered. 

When I woke up, Violet was still sleeping. I naturally kissed her forehead and looked over at the twins. Layton was staring off to oblivion- awake, grabbing his feet. 

Just looking at him made me happy. 

('Pups. I love them, precious.') 

I had to slip my arm from Violet's sleeping position- making sure she didn't wake up because she needed her rest. The twins wore her out more than she wanted to 

admit. 

But, Violet was a light sleeper. Habit from trauma. 

"It's fine, Flower, go back to bed." I kissed her cheek lightly and she took a deep breath before turning and opening her honey eyes. She blinked at me a few times- waking up. 

"Morning," she muttered and I smiled at her. 

"Good morning, honey." I leaned down to kiss her forehead and her hand grasped my shirt. 

"Why are you up?" she asked lightly and then looked over at the crib- seeing Layton was up. "Oh." She went to sit up but I pushed her shoulders back gently. 

"I got him, go back to bed, Flower," I gave her another kiss. 

She looked like she wanted to argue with me but her drowsiness won, and she relaxed and turned back around- falling asleep. 

I did my business for the day quickie, changing and whatever before walking back out to Layton. I was going to wake-up Lana as well- to keep them on a schedule as I preach to Violet- but I didn't want to bother her. 

Hypocritical. 

I waited until the door was closed behind me to talk. 

"Good morning, Lay. You're up early," he giggled up at me as I took him into the nursery to change him. 

He kept finding anything to grab which wasn't helpful when I was dressing and changing him- he just kept laughing. 

"You think this is funny, Lay?" I asked as I grabbed his fist and he giggled again. "Yeah? Waking up this early?" 

He cooed at me as I picked him up and started heading towards the office. 

"Early start on Alpha duties, Layton? Learning from your daddy?" he started up at me, excited and I smiled at him, opening the door. 

I've been waking up a little earlier to do some work because the twins took up time- not that I had a problem with it. Not at all. I just had to find a way to balance my duties and my family. 

Of course, my Flower still did her part and I appreciated it but-whatever. More work didn't do harm. 

"Layton, where should we start?" I asked as if he would verbally respond. He just looked around at my desk-curious. 

"Usually, I check my emails," I started up my computer as Layton turned back to me, grabbing one of the buttons at the top of my sweater. "Or we play with buttons, whatever we're in the mood for." 

He tried to put it in his mouth but I grabbed him. 

"But, we don't eat buttons. I should've let your mom feed you before," I shook my head and he reached for my fingers to put in his mouth. "We don't really do that either, Lay." 

I situated him so his back was against my chest and he was sitting in my lap- with my support. 

I explained some things to him while he teethed on one of his toys I kept in the office- for moments like this. I knew he wouldn't remember what I saw saying but I didn't care- I liked the bonding. 

He was just chilling on me, teething away. It was early, but that's Alpha inheritance right there. Violet wasn't a fan of teething- according to her it made her 'very uncomfortable' which I understood. He was also fussing more and she hated when they cried. 

Sometimes she couldn't get Layton to quiet down and she got so stressed- she wanted to cry. Layton was a very loud baby, he didn't care. Lana was easy. 

"And-Layton, when you become Alpha- they'll probably call you your surname. It's nice, better- however, don't tell mom because she doesn't like that idea," at the term 'mom' he looked up at me, curious. 

"Mini Derek," I rubbed his head and he leaned into my hand. "You're cute, future heartbreaker," I closed my email and pulled out some documents when there was a knock on my door. 

Violet proceeded in, carrying Lana and a cup of coffee- she amazes me. She gave a warm smile and I copied her expression. I missed her. 

She set the cup on my desk and gave me a kiss. She picked up Layton who started to giggle when he saw her- stopping his enjoyment with his toy. 

"Hey, Flower," I kissed her again then bopped Lana on her nose. 

"Bee," she smiled and took an empty seat to nurse out pups. I picked up the cup of coffee she brought me and I took a sip while silently working. 

I didn't like coffee at all, I hated it for a while. One day she brought me some coffee because that's just how she is and I didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise. I'm growing on it. Coffee with honey- her specialty. 

Made my life a whole lot better, I couldn't ask for more. She made me complete. My family.