The Purple Eyed Alpha (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 6: Exuces

"Mmmmhhhhmm"

"Uckkkkkk!"

"Ughhhhh!"

I threw my spare pillow from my bed down at Derek to shut him up from his moaning that was getting me awake. He was sleeping on the floor which he didn't seem to like.

"Derek." I moaned.

"I'm a full grown man, werewolf, sleeping on the floor." Derek moaned.

"If it means I can get some sleep." I sighed, pulling back my bed covers. "You can sleep beside me - but I swear Derek if you steal my blankets!-

I was cut off as Derek jumped in beside me in the double bed and cuddled into the blankets. I turned my back to him and smiled so he couldn't see.

"I know you're smiling." Derek said.

"I know you are too." I smirked and he laughed.

Derek put his arms around my waist and I took his hand, locking our hands together which led him to pull me closer into his bare chest. We didn't say anything, we didn't need to....

******the morning******

"Derek let me out, I have to go to school." I giggled in his arms.

"Or you could skip school and stay with me." He suggested.

"And let Scott deal with things on his own, I can't do that." I sighed, leaning up from the bed. "I let him beat me up yesterday to make him feel better, it might take him killing me to feel better today." I laughed.

"Scott won't hurt you." Derek told me, looking back, admiring me. "You've tattoos."

"Shhh nobody's supposed to know." I smirked getting out of the bed.

I had four tattoos. Derek could only see three of my tattoos right now but he probably saw the other one yesterday. One was on my arm, from my elbow to my wrist of swallows flocking from the words 'Life is a Journey'. Another was on my right ankle of a werewolf howling. My other visible one was on other left foot which was rosary beads, going around my ankle and down my foot. My hidden one was on my back, my shoulder blade with the quote saying 'We should never try to deny the beast - the animal within us.'

Nothing happened between me and Derek last night apart from cuddling but I just enjoyed being with him and I think he enjoyed being with me too.

"How did you get them?" He asked me.

"In a tattoo parlour." I looked at him weirdly at him asking a stupid question.

"But normal tattoos heal on werewolves." Derek stated.

"They didn't heal on me." I shrugged.

I grabbed some clothes and made my way into the connecting bathroom.

"Hey how's your back?" Derek asked in to me.

I ripped off my pyjama shirt and pulled my white skirt up then walked back out to him in my bra so he could see my back. I looked in the mirror at the same time and saw the cuts were gone and had been replaced with purple rashes, it was kind of like brushes but the purple was very radiant, like the colour of my eyes. It was weird, this had never happened to me before, ever.

"That's impossible." Derek touched my back.

"What's happening to me Derek?" I stuttered.

"I don't know." He replied as I walked into the bathroom again.

I threw on a red crop top, red vans and a light browny coloured sling jacket. Then I joined Derek again who was still taking it easy in MY bed. I looked in my mirror then fishtail platted my hair and did my make-up. After, I grabbed my shoulder bag, throwing my keys and phone into it along win my school books.