Fated: The Alpha Chapter 207: Giving him an heir

Chapter 207: Giving him an heir

They were still talking about random things when Nick’s phone beeped and he glanced down at the screen, his expression shifting almost imperceptibly.

"What’s wrong?" Viola asked, catching the change immediately.

He flashed her a quick smile. "Nothing. My mother wants me to come over for dinner." He got up from the couch. "I guess I won’t be having dinner with you two like we planned. By the way, about what you asked of me the other day, our journey to Nightshade. Is it still on?"

Viola nodded. "It is. I will be going next week Thursday. Will you be free then?"

"More than free." He leaned down and before she could say anything, pressed his lips briefly to her cheek, then straightened up and crossed over to the kitchen to do the same to Zoe, who was unpacking their meals on the counter.

"Good night, girls. Don’t have too much fun without me."

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After Nick left, Viola and Zoe ate dinner together, but at some point Zoe received an important call from her assistant at the designing house that a dress had been mistakingly ruined and the owner was getting married tomorrow and needed her there supervising personally to repair the ruined dress.

Zoe had apologized to Viola, as she had planned to spend the night with her after hearing that Sebastian hadn’t come back to spend the night with her following their wedding, which Zoe understood as her brother’s way of trying to protect his mate with so many guests still around and watching everything with sharp and curious eyes. But Viola shooed her off warmly to go handle her work and not worry about her for a single second.

She saw Zoe to the door and then turned back to her quiet and suddenly lonely apartment, her eyes taking in the emptiness even with all the furniture filling the living room. Family makes a home, Viola thought. People make a place full and whole, not the furniture. Not the expensive couches or the glass walls or the city lights spilling in from outside. None of it meant anything without someone to share it with.

As a normal married and mated she-wolf she was supposed to be spending this time with her husband. These early stages were the stages where mates were inseparable, where they sought each other out constantly and spent most of their time and days tangled together, learning each other in every way possible.

But then this marriage, Viola reminded herself firmly, wasn’t normal. It wasn’t even close to what she had always imagined marriage to look and feel like.

She had known to expect as much even from what little she had understood of Sebastian before she truly knew him. He hadn’t shared a room with his Lunas before, and none of them except the first had ever lived in his main quarters with him.

She had walked into this with her eyes open and agreed to the arrangement herself when he told her they wouldn’t change their living arrangements even after marriage. Still, she couldn’t help the quiet loneliness that crept in around the edges, nor the lingering awareness that they hadn’t yet done the one thing everyone had wanted from him in taking a Luna to begin with.

Giving him an heir.

Viola sighed and made her way to the couch, folding her legs underneath her as she stared out through the glass wall at the city below.

Normally as a Luna she was supposed to be working through documents and sorting out how to better the pack, especially as a supreme Luna, but since the day she had been crowned she had only gone through two documents and hadn’t been bothered with any others, even after reading that she would be taking on a quarter of the Alpha’s workload.

This night would have been a perfectly good moment to go through documents as a distraction, since she had nothing else to occupy her hands and sitting bored inside her large penthouse was beginning to press down on her.

When she had been in Moonwillow, even when she was just the girlfriend of an alpha heir, Viola couldn’t remember a single night she hadn’t gone through papers and worked herself to exhaustion, believing that was what her responsibility would look like when she finally got crowned. She had prepared herself for that weight without anyone asking her to.

But here she was, a Luna, not just any Luna but the supreme Luna, with nothing to do and nothing to work through into the night. Had everything she had taught herself during her time in Moonwillow been for nothing?

She let out a long sigh and leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes dropping to the space beside her.

A memory surfaced before she was prepared for it. The time she had been in Sebastian’s penthouse giving him an oil massage, a massage that had almost led to something her body was still desperately, embarrassingly curious about. Something that had burned and carved a gaping hole of want in her core, and whenever her mind drifted back to it she felt that same intense heat bloom low in her stomach all over again.

Was it because she had never truly had sex before? Was that why she was, no, why her body was so consumed with curiosity about it? Recalling how he had made her straddle him and his cock burned beneath her panties, Viola bit the inside of her cheek and glanced down to find her nipples had turned erect just from the memory alone.

She groaned in embarrassment and then lay down on the couch, staring out at the sprawling city lights and beginning to count them one by one, trying to steer her mind away from not only her husband but from the strong and stubborn urge to go to her bedroom, take her phone and give him a call to hear his voice.

She had made a mental note not to call him first or go look for him. Perhaps she was still stinging from the sight of Laila walking through his front door while she crept out the back.

Perhaps it was because she was determined to strangle the feelings she was growing for him before they grew too large to manage. Whatever the reason, she knew she wouldn’t reach out to him until she was certain her heart was no longer the one making her decisions.

From counting the city lights to feeling the slow pull of drowsiness, Viola drifted off to sleep without even realizing it had happened, which was remarkable in itself given how it had always been nearly impossible for her to sleep without the soothing warmth of Sebastian’s scent surrounding her.

She curled up on the couch and in no time she was pulled under and thrust into a dream, or better yet, a nightmare.

’Serena. Help me!’ She heard her sister’s voice and Viola’s heart turned frantic as she looked up to see Ivy being dragged away by shadows that moved almost like bodies of water, fluid and shapeless and impossible to grab hold of. Water? How could water move? How could it take form?

’Serena!’ Ivy screamed, and Viola broke into a run after her, lungs burning, legs pumping, reaching and reaching and never closing the distance as the water was moving faster than she could ever reach.

Though Viola knew she was in a nightmare, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver down her spine at the bodies of water.

By the time she finally got close enough, she saw Ivy with a gaping hole torn through her chest, looking at her through eyes that were already beginning to die, and she said,

’You killed me.’

Viola looked down at her own hands and found she was holding a knife drenched in blood, her entire hands soaked in it all the way to her wrists. She dropped the knife with a cry and lunged forward, trying desperately to reach her sister and screaming,

’I didn’t kill you!’

But no matter how hard she ran or how far she stretched her arms, Viola couldn’t reach her. Her heart was beating so violently she could feel it pounding in her throat and behind her eyes.

"Ivy!"

Viola’s eyes flew open where she lay on the couch and found the handsome face of her husband staring down at her, and she instinctively smiled up at him even while some distant part of her knew it felt too unreal for him to actually be here, watching over her while she slept.

He reached out and cupped her face tenderly and then began to remove her clothes. She didn’t fight him. She allowed it, even lifting herself slightly so he could slip the fabric off her body. His hands touched her where she had been burning for him between her legs, and she leaned helplessly into his touch, her back arching up from the couch cushions.

Her sweet dream slowly transformed into something else entirely.

She felt a sudden wave of revulsion roll through her without warning, and she grabbed his wrist, her blue eyes flashing between gold. She saw terror flash across Sebastian’s face in the split second before she flipped him over on the couch and drove the same knife she had been holding while her twin sister bled to death straight into his chest.

Viola snapped back to herself only to find her husband gasping for breath beneath her, the knife buried in his chest, his pained silver eyes looking up at her with something that broke her apart.

"Sebastian..." She cried.