Chapter 87: Violet

I didn’t respond, I just sat on the closed toilet staring at the door. I didn’t know what to tell him. That I knew he wasn’t telling me something and that I thought he may be sleeping with someone else. Was that the reason why he barely touched me these last couple weeks. My heart thudded in my chest as I fumed.

“Violet, please.” He knocked again.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“I will break down this door if I have to.” He said with a firmer voice, the gentleness escaped.

That was it, I was furious. I stood and swung the door open with a twitch of my hand. “Where were you?”

He took a step back, not prepared for the rage that was coming at him. “I told you. I was dealing with something, and I couldn’t get away.”

“Something that you couldn’t take two seconds to respond to me.” I emphasized the word something. I took a step closer to him, glaring up into his eyes.

“Yeah, baby, I’m sorry. I should have responded, but it was important.” He tried to touch my arm, but I pulled it away. He flinched at the action.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I stared up at him.

“I—I.” He stuttered. An Alpha full of confidence, stuttered.

“Just tell me, are you seeing someone else?” My rage didn’t give me a filter. I had no intention of accusing him of sleeping with anyone else, but he was dancing around the issue and to me it was a viable choice.

Confusion crossed his face; he pulled his eyebrows together and stared at me for a moment. He pulled his hands across his face. My heart dropped.

“Oh my god, you are.” My eyes started to well, I turned away from him and walked to the dresser. Ready to pack my things.

“Baby, no. No, I’m not. I cannot believe you would think such a thing. I want you and only you.” He walked to me and turned me to face him. “Please stop packing, or whatever you were trying to do.”

I started throwing my clothes on the floor, not sure what I was doing. Rage and pain blinded me to the actions that I was doing. I looked at him, tears trailing down my face. “Then what?” I said softly.

“Please sit.” His face was serious as he pointed to the bed. “I’m going to tell you, but please don’t panic.”

I walked to the bed and sat, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of my sweater. I couldn’t look at him.

“There is word that there have been trespassers in our surrounding pack territories.” He stopped as he was trying to find the words. “I’ve been working with the other Alphas to figure out who it is and why they are coming into our lands. Tristan said he sensed magic; he thinks it’s witches.”

My mouth hung open, as I finally looked at him.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry in case Tristan was wrong. But we have confirmed that there are a few witches out in our lands. We aren’t sure what they are doing. That’s why I was late because one got close to our boarder. I wanted to make sure everything was secure. I wanted to make sure no one would make it over alive.”

“I know what they are after.” I finally said after a few moments of silence.

“What?”

“Me.”

He stared at me. Connecting the dots. “That fucker is still after you?”

I nodded my head. “In my world, I’m the last of my kind now. I’m very important. Eli thinks if he has me, he would be able to take over the other covens and then eventually the world.”

“That won’t happen.” Simon leaned over and took me in his arms. My nerves were fried, but at least my anger left me. He held me for, I don’t know how long. “Did you really think I was cheating on you?” He laughed.

“It crossed my mind.” I said against his chest.

“What would make you think that?”

“You have been keeping something from me. And…” I trailed off.

“What?”

“You won’t willingly have sex with me these past couple weeks. It’s like pulling teeth with you.”

He chuckled. He pulled me away so he could look at me. “Do you not realize how much I wanted to fuck your brains out but refrained? I knew I couldn’t be gentle and didn’t want to open your wound. I didn’t want to compromise it. I couldn’t lose you again.”

“Oh.”

“I would never ever go after anyone else. Why would I when I have the most perfect mate in front of me?” He kissed my forehead. “You saying nonsense like that makes me want to shake you.” He laughed and then pulled me against his chest again. I breathed in his sent, forest and bonfire. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

I looked up at him while he embraced me. His face was serious, he had a lot going on and I made him more stressed out by being worried about him sleeping with other women. I knew better, but there is always a lingering thought. “Sorry.” I said against his chest.

“No reason to be sorry, love. I just want you to know there is no one else and will never be anyone else.”

I pulled away and l put my hands on either side of his face. I gently kissed his lips. Just a graze, a silent apology. He kept his eyes on me, only millimeters away from my face. He made a low, guttural noise. He grabbed my hips and slid me over onto his lap. The movement made me yelp. He smirked at me. He pulled me down to meet his lips and he devoured them. His tongue dancing inside my mouth.

He pulled away slightly, out of breath. “I’ve been so hungry for you.” He continued to kiss me.

I could feel his sense of urgency, his words were true. He was trying to practice self-control, to protect me, to make sure that I wouldn’t get hurt. His hands dug into my hips, grinding me against his erection. The grinding sent a tingle throughout my body as it hit the right place. I gasped against his lips. I could feel my panties getting drenched. Simon growled in the back of his throat.

He took his hand and gripped the sweater and tore it down the middle to reveal my breasts hidden behind sheer fabric. Through the mesh he took a nipple into his mouth, until the nipple beaded, then he moved over to the other one doing the same. He got sick of going through the fabric and pulled a breast over the bra so he could suck the flesh freely. Flicking the tip of my nipple with his tongue then grazing his teeth against it.

“Simon.” Was all I could breathe through the pleasure.

That’s all he needed, he ripped off my leggings, revealing my matching sheer panties. Leaving nothing to the imagination. With a hand under my ass, he hopped up, holding me against him as he continued his work on my breast, he pulled off his jeans. His dick sprang free, hard, and already against my entrance. He sat back down, the friction of the movement already pushing me over the edge.

He brought his hands back on my ass, grinding me against his length. “Simon, stop fucking around.” I breathed against his hair.

He stopped his work on my breast and looked up at me. “As you wish.” He took a hand and moved aside the fabric, the only thing between me and him. With that movement, he pushed inside of me. It wasn’t gentle, but the movement was everything I had been missing the last two weeks. He had his hands under me and assisted me as I rode him. I looked down at him; his eyes were glowing gold. Brighter than normal, I could feel his hands growing claws. Remus was emerging. Not only was Simon pent up, so was Remus.