Violet Dreams

Chapter 10

On the car ride I held his hand. It was warm, but not overtly. I didn't speak and neither did he. I think he was worried he'd ruin the moment which was a high possibility.

What am I doing? Planning a one-night stand with my boss who seems to want something more from me? I glance over him. Am I going to hurt his feelings when he finds out I've left tomorrow?

Am I going to hurt my feelings when I leave?

I was trying to push away these growing feelings for him. The way his grey eyes looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking; the way my heart was starting to beat faster anytime I found myself alone with him. I know if Angel had asked me three weeks ago if I could ever begin to like Carter – Mr. Wright – sexually I would've laughed. I didn't think of him in any way other than what I needed to keep my job.

And now I'm planning on showing him the best night he'll ever have.

Or you know, something average. It's been a while.

We made it to my house in record time and he followed me inside, his hand grazing my hip as I opened the door.

I was planning on turning around once I was inside and wrapping my arms and legs around him. I was going to kiss him so hard he would forget about my vacation. I was going to kiss him so hard that I would forget about my problems.

But my problems were waiting for me when I walked in.

"What the hell." Carter growled from behind me as we stepped into my house. I began to shake at the sight in front of me and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

My living room was trashed.

Well, more trashed, since I had left it in a horrible state before I left. My bookcases were thrown on the ground, all the books strewn around them. My TV was broken by what looks like either a fist or a rock. Papers were strewn about, torn up, and I was thankful that I had taken my important ones out of my suitcase and hidden them when Carter arrived.

Even with my weak sense of smell I knew who – what had come and done this. The scent – a heavy earthy smell mixed with wildflowers filled the room, overpowering my normal scent.

I saw one piece of paper, black with white lettering, sitting on my kitchen table. It was the only piece that seemed untouched and I knew who it was from.

I've let you run.

I've let you hide.

I'll be coming for you.

You're mine.

"What the F*ck, Violet." Carter's strong arms wrapped around my waist again. He had searched my house for more damage, but I figured the living room and kitchen were the extent of it. He wanted to scare me.

It worked.

"I'll be okay." My voice shook and I grabbed onto the table for support.

"No," Carter growled out, grabbing my hips roughly before turning me to face him. He took the letter and read it, cursing the entire time. I had never seen him this angry.

I took the letter when he finished and ripped it up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to hold onto his bullsh*t." I said as I went to start packing again. "You should leave."

"No Violet. We need to talk. What happened, why did they do this." He was pacing, his hands running wildly through his hair. I watched him from the corner of my eye – I'm worried if I look at him I might actually cry.

"It's nothing Carter. Just, stupid things." Even as I said it my voice quivered. I'm scared, but I need to leave and soon.

"I'm not letting you leave."

"You aren't the boss of me, Carter." I snapped back. He just gave me a look. "You know what I mean." I said with a huff.

"We aren't actually in a relationship; you do know that right? I like you. I do, but you know nothing about me! I'm not like you." I all but yelled at him. I don't understand him and why he's trying so hard. I don't want to understand, actually. I just want to run.

"Yes, you are." He grabbed my shoulders and I glared up at him. I'm half tempted to punch him for doing this, but his next words stop me. "I don't need to know you to know that you and I are meant to be."

Okay, maybe Carter is actually crazy and I was right last week when I was worried he was going to murder me.

I don't know whether to be proud or scared.

"You're crazy," I said wide-eyed as I ducked out of his grasp. "You need to seriously leave before I call the cops." I started to walk to the living room but he grabbed my hand.

This time I did try to hit him, throwing a right hook at his jaw. To my surprise, he just moved his head back and dodged it.

"What the-,"

"I'm serious and I'm not crazy, Violet." I will admit, he doesn't sound crazy. His words are even and not rushed; however, he does sound like he's getting frustrated with me.

"Well, you're not sounding sane, Carter." I whipped my hand out of his grasp and rolled my eyes. "I'm serious. Leave." I let out a growl. To another wolf it'd probably sound pathetic, like a child throwing a tantrum, but many would understand the overall threat.

"Stop fighting this. You must feel something." He held his ground, looking down at me with those stormy grey eyes.

"I feel annoyed, does that count."

He rolled his eyes. Carter Wright rolled his eyes at me. Is the world ending or did something in him snap?

"Do you just ignore all of your instincts? I've never met someone so stubborn and ignorant of their own kind."

"How dare you!" I hissed. "Ignorant of my own kin-." I froze and my eyes widened.

Kind? Instincts?

"You-You're a?" I stuttered, taking a step back. He slowly nodded, taking a step forward.

"I'm more than that." His voice lowered and his eyes went to my open lips.

"You can't be." I said it with a tone that made it clear that was final.

"But I am." I felt his hand go to my waist and stop me from taking another step back. I really wanted to laugh at his corny line, but his body stepped closer to mine, now flush against me. His other hand went to my head and pushed it into the crook of his neck. This was vulnerable part and, if he is what he's saying he is, he should know that.

I breathed in, smelling his spicy cologne. This close, I could make out the undercurrent better. Pine, earth, and wolf.

I gasped audibly when I felt a lump form in the pit of my stomach at his scent. It wasn't just a wolf. It wasn't even just a Northern wolf.

Mate.

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