Chapter 4 - LILAC
After our little naked incident, Dominic left the room with his back tense. The air around him was almost suffocating. Something was off. He looked angry, irritated, and flustered all wrapped into one. Glancing at the bed, I realized how terrible this situation was. I shouldn’t have agreed to sleep next to him.
He is supposed to be my sister’s mate. This is unacceptable and I can’t do this to Violet. It didn’t matter if she didn’t care about Dominic or the mating. My morals won’t allow me to.
Our last embarrassing encounter is a prime example of why I shouldn’t be in the same room as him. There might be further situations like this.
With a final decision, I asked two maidservants walking the hallways to move my belongings to another room. Any room. I also asked them to clean up Dominic’s room.
They moved my stuff into the room right across from Dominic. I guess it will have to do. I thought the greater the distance the better but then again, I was here to help him. If I am that far, how can I?
Once everything was moved, I settled into the new bedroom. It was a lot smaller than Dominic’s but the bed quality is perfection. It was like being wrapped up in a safety bubble.
I picked up Hamlet and opened the book to where I last marked off the page. Next to me was a bag of seasoned peanuts. I ate while reading. Totally consumed in the death of Polonius and Hamlet’s need for justice, I didn’t realize it was dark until I set my book down to go use the bathroom.
Halfway through the bathroom though, I heard shouting. Dominic’s angry roar following right after. I hurried to the door and whipped it open. Sticking my head out, I see his door opened before he walked straight to my bedroom door. Afraid and surprised, I closed the door and back up a few steps.
He walked inside and slammed the door closed. I heard him sniff before he spoke.
“Mind telling me what the hell are you doing in here?” He snapped.
“H-how d-did- “I stammered.
“This is my home, Violet. The servants that you asked for help are my pack members. They won’t hide anything from me.” He snarled. Even with blind eyes, I can see the fire in them. He was thoroughly upset with me.
“I-I can e-explain,” I began.
“If you are so fucking disgusted with a blind mate, why the fuck are you here? Why don’t you get the hell out of my house?” He accused.
Anger coursed through me so quickly that my hands curled into a fist. I took the last few steps and stood right in front of him. If I knew he was such a pompous asshole, I might have fought harder with Violet and stayed home where I am safe and wanted.
His face tilted down as soon as he felt me close to him. With one hand, I grabbed the front of his shirt and brought his face closer to mine. I had to fight back the overwhelming attraction I am feeling right now with him.
“Did I say I was disgusted with you?” I snarled back.
“Action speaks louder than words, mate.” He sneered in anger.
Lilac, don’t engage. Don’t get angry. Calm down. He’s just a bitter asshole. Ignore him. Stay calm.
“Your silence is the only answer I need.”
“I am not disgusted with you.” I spat. My little self pep talk flew out the window.
He grabbed onto my fist that was clutching his dress shirt and removed it. He looked unconvinced and it fueled my temper even more. I might be an introvert but I hate how my honor is being questioned. I do not mind blindness. In fact, I don’t care if he was disabled or an Alpha. Strip him of all his labels and he is nothing but a person.
“Wait!” I shouted as soon as I saw him turn away. The anger in my voice riveted between us. He stopped with his back to me.
I stomped around him and grabbed onto his cheeks. A silent apology to my sister as I slammed my lips onto his. His surprised sharp inhale and parting of his lips allowed me to suck on his lower lip. I realized how bad this was but this was the only way to prove to him I wasn’t disgusted with him.
On one hand he was my sister’s betrothed mate and on the other hand, he was wounded and bitter man.
His body was tense against mine. His eyes wide like saucers. I was slowly losing my composure and so I closed my eyes and focused on kissing him. Throwing every rational thought out of my mind. I pretended that he was just another male wolf and me, just another female wolf. There was no attachment between us. We were strangers with no connection.
The taste of him flooded my senses. I liked how he tastes. There was no real sweetness to it. He tasted manly. He tasted like how he should taste.
Slowly, I felt his hands rest on my hips before they made their way around my waist and pulling me close. I have only kissed one person in my life and it was back when I was sixteen. It was at a party and they were playing spin the bottle. The kiss was sloppy and repulsive. Yet kissing Dominic was addicting and hot. I pressed my body up against his as soon as I heard his soft low growl of delight.
The next second, he took over the kiss. It was different from what I was doing to him earlier. It was demanding and hungry. A slow ache stirred between my legs and I clenched my thighs together. My arms slinked around his shoulders to around his neck. By now, I am on my tiptoes.
I felt his tongue attempt to slip inside my mouth and to deepen the kiss but it was a wakeup call that I needed. I broke away from the kiss and unwounded my arms from around his neck.
I am blushing all shades of red and relieved that he couldn’t see it. I racked my brain to see why I was mad at him in the first place but I forgot. I completely forgot the reason why.
I pushed against his chest to give us space but he held on tight. It was then I felt his hard arousal pressed against my stomach. I struggled some more even the ache between my legs doubled.
The kiss was incredible and has my knees weak to the point where I could barely establish a coherent thought. The look in his eyes was pure heat and lust—dark as the night sky right now.
“I prove my point. I am not disgusted with you.” I said a little breathless from the kiss still.
“That doesn’t prove anything.” He replied and again the fury inside me rose up like a wave.
“Get out,” I demanded and pointed at the door before placing my hands on his shoulders and turning him to face the direction he needs to leave.
His hand grabs a hold of one of my wrists and yanked me from around him to stand in front of him.
“Are you my mate? My betrothed?” He questioned.
I hesitated for a second. A thought ran across my mind. Why was he questioning this? Was he suspicious? What did he know?
Dominic never met Violet. He doesn’t know. He can’t possibly know.
“Yes,” I answered him.
“Then where do you belong?” He asked.
I see where he is going with this.
“Wait-” I let out a yelp of surprise when he ignored my protest and yanked me along behind him. I glared at his back. Was he truly blind? The man walked with confidence to his bedroom.
He opened his bedroom door, made sure I was inside, closed it and then dragged me over to the bed where he tossed me right in the middle. I fell onto it with another yelp.
Deciding to fight him on this, I crawled out of bed and made a run for the door. Lights lit the bedroom and hallways. I glanced up and down before making a dash for the stairs leading downstairs.
I heard Dominic call out Violet’s name and his footsteps following me. I made it halfway down the steps when suddenly I heard some maidservants and guards shouting. I turned around just in time to see Dominic attempting to go down the stairs. He took his first step down but then tumbled.
I didn’t hesitate when I ran up the rest of the distance to him. His body slammed into mine and my back hit the rail. I groaned immediately upon impact but wrapped my arms around him just in case. My heart beating fast in my chest. I’m quaking in my slippers just at the image of him falling down the stairs.
“Are you okay? Are you alright?” I asked. “Dominic, answer me.”
His face was contorted into anger. He pushed me hard and I felt the pain shoot up my back again. I bit my lip to stop the cry of pain from escaping my lips.
“Action speaks louder than words, Violet.” He whispered with a great amount of disdain in his voice. There was so much malice, he might as well cut me with a knife. He pushed away from me and groped for the rail. I watched him make his way up the last few steps and down the hallway to the bedroom again.
When he was gone, I moved from my place. Wincing in pain while walking to the spare bedroom. Once inside, I plopped down on the bed and cried my butt off. This was beginning to be awful. I don’t know what to do. Ever since arriving here, I feel divided. As if I can’t be myself around anybody.
After crying on the bed, I got up and grabbed some comfortable pajamas and headed to the connected bathroom. I took a shower inside and did some more crying.
I realized that Dominic’s fall was humiliating to him. I should have stopped the second he started chasing me and didn’t stop. I shouldn’t have down the stairs but I was scared. Sleeping in the same bed as he makes me a terrible person.
After I got done taking a shower, I whipped out my phone and typed a text message to Violet while sitting underneath the comforter on the bed. All that has happened was her fault. My first day here did not go as expected. I wanted her to come here and replace me.
She texted me back instantly.
Violet: I can’t, Lily. I am sorry that I put you in this situation. I DO NOT want to mate with him! Dad and mom can never make me. Plus, he’s blind! I can’t handle it. I don’t have the patience. You were always the good one.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I tossed the phone across the room in anger. She put me in this situation but she won’t come and save me. Was Violet really that shallow minded?
I glanced at the shattered cell phone that fell on the ground in my bedroom.
Violet, why? What am I supposed to do?
I flopped onto the bed and screamed into the pillow before turning to lie on my back.
I thought about the kiss Dominic and I shared Violet’s response and the guilt that was eating me. Tossing back the comforter, I slipped out of bed and padded my way to the bedroom door. I opened it and peeked my head out. The hallway was empty but the lights were still on. I assuming they kept it on for Dominic’s sake.
I tiptoed over to his bedroom and slowly opened the door. Inside, the room was pitch black. He had turned off all the lights but I can still see his form in the bed. I closed the door behind me and made my way to his bed.
I didn’t want to wake him. I just wanted to see if he was okay. Again, it was dark in the bedroom and it was hard to see his face. He was sleeping on his side facing the bathroom. I leaned closer to examine him but was shocked when his arms wrapped around me and he flipped me onto his bed, trapping me underneath him.
“Make up your mind, Violet. Either you sleep in my bedroom or don’t.” He whispered huskily.
“I-I just wanted to see if you are okay.” I stuttered, feeling warmth flood my body from his body heat.
He dropped back onto his back. I heard him release a sigh before answering me.
“I’m going to sleep.” He announced.
I laid in bed next to him for a minute or two before I spoke up again.
“I’m sorry, Dominic. I shouldn’t have run. I was just scared.”
He didn’t respond which forces me to turn and prop myself up on my elbows to look at him.
“I said I am sorry-“He wrapped his arms around me and I plopped onto his chest.
“Go to sleep, Violet.”
I pushed on his chest to break away from his hold but it tightens. After pointless struggles, I conceded and listened to his calm heartbeat until I fell into my own slumber.