The Alpha

Chapter 8: 7- Shift

I went to sleep that night at around four-thirty in the morning. I didn’t expect to wake up an hour later in

immense pain.

My eyes flung open at the feeling of heat all over my body. My bones felt like they were breaking in

every way possible.

A strangled cry immersed from my lips and tears clouded my eyes. I was struggling to breathe, the

familiar weight on my chest appearing. I was sobbing, and I tried to get up. Bad idea. The pain ignited.

A loud cry left my lips as I fell back down.

I couldn’t breathe. I was gasping and sobbing and panicking. I tried to ignore the pain as I slugged over

to the bathroom where I kept that inhaler the doctor gave me. I found it and with wobbly hands, I took

off the cap and put it to my lips. I followed her instructions and pushed down so the medicine could

come in and tried, tried to slow my breathing.

It wasn’t working and I threw it on the tiled grown. My fingernails felt like they were breaking, and

another loud cry left my lips. My body was on fire and I tried to pull off my pants, but again, any

movement I did amounted in more pain.

I felt claustrophobic, I didn’t know what was happening. With my heavy breathing and pounding head, I

didn’t hear the door burst open and the footsteps coming into the bathroom.

The light flickered on and through my teary eyes, Alpha Derek was standing there. He rushed over to

me and kneeled.

“Flower, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He rushed out and my only answer was my sob. I heard as he

called for Beta Mallory. He reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out a phone. He was speaking

quickly into it when Beta Mallory stumbled in.

“Der- Violet?” He voiced- confused.

He also kneeled beside me, along with Alpha Derek. Feeling squashed, I tried to back away, a grunt

escaped my throat.

Beta Mallory reached out to grab me, I flinched away. He barely touched my arm and the feeling of a

hundred knives pierced through my skin. A pained grunt left my lips at the motion.“Just breathe, Violet.”

Beta Mallory attempted to soothe me. Attempted.

My sobs were harder. Another leg cracked.

“Just give her space.” Doctor Reseda demanded.

The next few moments happened in a blur. Everything in me cracked. It freaking hurt. My clothes were

torn, I felt my skin sprouting up hair. I closed my eyes.

When they opened back up- my vision seemed sharper. I shifted. I got my wolf. I looked down and was

met with brown paws that matched the color of my hair.

I layed on the ground. My eyes quickly glazed over them. Beta Mallory had a surprised look on his

face; Doctor Reseda has a concerned look on her face. My gaze made it over to Alpha Derek, his look

was cold, his emotions not trespassing. I quickly glanced back down.

“She sure is…” Doctor Reseda trailed.

“Tiny.” Beta Mallory finished for her. I felt insecure.

( 'Hello' )

I was shocked at the new voice in my head.

( 'I'm Sage, your wolf. I’ve been here for a while- sorry for taking so long to shift.’ )

...It’s...it’s okay…

“Shift back.” A cold voice demanded. Alpha Derek.

I whimpered at his tone.

“Alpha, that could be dangerous- it’s her first-” Doctor Reseda got cut off by a growl.

“Did I fucking ask? Shift back.” He sounded pissed that Doctor Reseda questioned him.

“Mallory, Reseda, leave.” He demanded. They nodded and left, the sound of the door closing filled the

air.

“Violet, shift, I’m losing what very little patience I have.” He growled, earning another whimper from me.

...S...Sage...how do I shift back?...

( ‘Just think about your human form, it’ll be okay…’ )

I did as she instructed, and next thing I know I was back in my human form.

I looked down at my body and realized I was naked. Immediately I scrunched my legs to my chest and

covered myself with my hands.

I didn’t have to look up to know he was staring at me, I felt the chill from it. My eyes started to cloud

with tears as the voices started on with my insecurities.

'Oh no, does the big bad Alpha see how ugly your body is?'

( '‘Violet, don’t listen to them.’ )

'What does the late wolf know?'

'Maybe Derek will get a right mind and start to add scars to your horrid body.'

'He probably doesn’t even want a tramp like you.'

“Why are you crying?” His voice didn’t even slightly change from his stone-cold tone.

I didn’t answer him, I just muttered out an apology.

An agitated sigh came from him.

“Flower, you really, really fucking…” he trailed for a second and I heard some shuffling from him,

“irritate me at times.” I flinched at his statement.

“Here.” A piece of fabric was tossed at my body. “Put it on. I’m really losing my patience.”

I quickly put on the black shirt. It was huge. Noted he is a lot bigger than me- the shirt still engulfed me.

“Get up.” He ordered. Obediently, I scrambled up, not wanting to displease him. As I stood the shirt

took its form down my body.

...My ugly body...

Out of nowhere, Alpha Derek was in front of me. His hand reached out and took my chin- I didn’t have

time to react. He forced my face to meet him. He leaned in closely, his breath was fanning my face.

A whimper left my lips. A growl left his. My eyes were frantically searching for a place to look without

being disrespectful. They landed on his chin.

“Look at me.” I didn't. I kept my eyes on his chin. His growl became deeper. My eyes slowly trailed up

to his. His beautiful blue eyes in slits.

“Don’t fucking think of your body that way.”

...How does he know that?...

A chuckle escaped his lips. A dark, fake chuckle.

“You need to learn how to fucking listen. I won’t tolerate your disrespect. You obey your Alpha.

Understand?” He seethed.

I nodded my head the best I could with his iron grip on me. It would bruise.

“Words.”

“Y-yes A-alpha.”

He roughly let go of my chin, yet he didn’t move away from me.

I knew it was disrespectful, but I took a step back from him. My back ended up hitting a wall.

He took a step closer to me. My eyes couldn’t leave him. Even as his eyes trailed down my body, and

when they lingered at my exposed legs, my eyes followed.

He gradually looked back up to my face. He stared into my eyes- and I in his.

If this was Alpha Chris I wouldn’t even think about it, yet here I was with Alpha Derek. Maybe it was

because of my wolf, or maybe it was, as he says, we’re mates. I still don’t know a lot about them, and I

know I’ll have to figure out more information on the topic.

He leaned into my face again. My breath caught in my throat when I realized how close he was. My Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

instincts were telling me to run as far as I could, to be scared, to be crying and begging him to not

harm. Yet, I stayed. I blame my wolf who was telling me it was fine because he was our “mate”.

He placed his hands on both sides of my face on the wall, caging me in- I couldn’t help my flinch as he

moved his arms. His head dipped down to the crock of my neck. His breath was hot despite his cold

demeanor, and it fanned my levator scapulae. I cautiously let out a shaky breath.

He noticed and turned his head most slightly so his eyes met mine. My mouth slightly dropped and I

blame it on him. I don’t act like this, it was his fault I couldn’t breathe right, every reaction was on him.

He rotated his head back down. I became embarrassed when he inhaled my scent.

It seemed out of nowhere, as I was stuck in the trance, he pulled his head up and back. He removed

his right hand from the wall and grabbed my left hand. Sparks erupted at the snatching of my hand.

Fear decided to grace my mindset and I attempted to pull my arm away but his grip stayed and he

growled at me. His warning was evident- but I still jerked my arm, trying to rid it of his hold.

“Stop.” He growled.

But I didn’t care. Alpha Chris would’ve already marked up my body with to-be scars, so I really

shouldn’t be testing a more powerful and authoritative alpha. But I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to touch

my arm. I didn’t want him to look at my arm. I didn’t want him to see my depression marks. I didn’t want

him to see the fresh ones from last night.

I matched his words and mumbled out a cut-up ‘stop’. He didn’t stop, I didn’t either. Tears started to

form again. His strength overpowered mine and he pulled it out so it was completely visible to him.

He didn’t turn it over, therefore he wasn’t able to see my scars. His eyes trailed up my arm. He didn’t

see cicatrices - as the majority of them are on my back and abdominal region. Although he didn’t see

my scars, he saw my bruises and slightly growled at them.

He moved on to my other arm and was met with the same results. He deeply exhaled from his nose

and let go of my arm- shaking his head.

My sight fell to the floor.

“Violet, how do you feel?” he asked, it was softer.

“I-I, um… I-I’m okay,” I whispered.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He guided me off the wall and walked with me out of the bathroom

and to the room.

“I-I c-can g-get it from h-here?” I muttered, still slightly shaky.

He looked at me, studying me. “Alright, goodnight, Violet.”

He turned and left- the door slamming in the process. My wolf craved his presence the second he

stepped away from me.

I looked at the nightstand alarm. It read seven thirteen.

I took a deep breath and sat down on the ground by the foot of the bed, my back resting against the

bed. I brought my legs to my chest and hugged them.

My depression washed over me and I couldn’t help as the tears slowly trickled down my face. The

voices in my head started to debate, and my dejection soared.