The Rogue Alpha's Second Chance-Chapter 13: Flowers

When Violet woke up from sleep in the afternoon, she realized that neither Lucas nor Lydia was present in the house. She didn't find Sylas around as well.

Violet noticed how the flower vases were empty and dust collected on them. Having nothing to do, Violet wiped the dust away from them first before deciding to collect the flowers.

Frightened by the previous incident, Violet did not dare to stray far away. She kneeled down to carefully pull a bunch of unknown flowers that smelled good when her attention was caught by a bunch of wild jasmine.

A wide grin bloomed on her face as she made her way over, and after taking a sniff, she plucked them. As she held the bunch in her hand, a presence caught her attention.

Sunlight hit the pair of hazel eyes, making them more vivid and highlighting the green specks in them, as they widened, staring at the giant black wolf in front of her. Violet was about to be frightened when the pair of familiar steely blue eyes made her feel relaxed.

This was her first interaction with the Alpha in his wolf form.

Nervousness gripped her chest as those eyes intensely observed her. Although she was incapable of understanding it, the pair of eyes displayed more emotions than they did in his human form.

The werewolf circled around her and took a whiff of her.

Strangely, although it was a large and ferocious wolf, instead of being intimidated and scared, Violet felt comfortable. Before she knew it, subconsciously she reached out to touch the fur— the fluffiness of it tempting her.

But before she could make the contact, the wolf ran away quickly, leaving her hands in the air.

As realization struck her, Violet bit down on her tongue.

What was she doing?

Where did she even get the courage from to touch him?

"I must have lost my mind," she mumbled.

As Violet tried to calm herself, Sylas transformed himself back into him human form. His presence made her nervously stare at him to read his expression, and seeing nothing extra made her feel relieved.

Sylas's line of sight stayed on the jasmine in her hand for a second.

Violet explained, "I thought it would be nice to decorate the house with some flowers. If you are dissatisfied, then I won't."

Violet retracted her hand back, looking downcast.

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"It would be pleasant to have some flowers," Sylas expressed his approval.

Immediately, the corner of her lips lifted up, and a sparkle appeared in those hazel eyes.

"However, I don't think it would be equally pleasant to get poisoned," Sylas added, grabbing a bunch of yellow flowers from the basket.

Violet stared at him, confused, and it clicked to her: "This was the first time I saw them, and I thought they were pretty."

"You are a worrisome one, aren't you? You should be careful before randomly picking— even if it's a pretty flower," Sylas stated meaningfully.

Violet nodded, then following after Sylas as he entered the house.

"I thought after the last incident, you would be too scared to leave the house," Sylas brought up, looking at her.

"Yeah, I was, but I thought it wouldn't be bad if I didn't go too far," Violet explained.

'What a foolish expression.'

Then, Sylas headed upstairs to his room, and Violet busied herself, assembling the flowers into the vase. She played with them until the arrangement satisfied her.

When she was in the pack, every morning she decorated every corner of the pack house with flowers. A wave of nostalgia came over her when she thought about how her father smiled, pleased at the beautiful arrangements.

And claiming that it was a reward for brightening up the house, her dad rewarded her with expensive chocolate, imported from the human lands.

Tears stung at the corner of her eyes, thinking how he was no longer there to appreciate them and reward her.

"You sure have a talent."

Violet was caught off guard by that voice.

She turned her head to find Sylas standing behind her before he went over to the kitchen. Seeing how he was about to prepare a meal, Violet stepped forward and offered, "Why don't I cook, Alpha?"

How could she have a meal prepared by him?

"Stay away from the kitchen," he stated.

Violet wanted to argue how she wouldn't cause any trouble, but those commanding grey blue eyes prevented her from doing so. She lowered her head in depression, about to walk away from the kitchen.

"Stand up straight," he ordered.

Violet instinctively followed his words and looked back to find Sylas standing there with a frown.

"Why are you so subservient? Do you truly have Alpha blood running within you? Are you by chance adopted?" Sylas questioned— a slight hint of confusion in his voice.

Violet's lips parted slightly.

What could she say?

Sorry that she couldn't be domineering as the other Alphas?

Even she herself didn't have the answer to that.

From childhood to now, no one had called out on her behaviour being not very Alpha like.

Usually, it was common for the males to take over the pack after their father. However, Violet was the only child, and out of love for her mother, her father refused to let any other woman her place.

Although her father spoiled her, it was always subconsciously instilled within her that her mate was expected to take over the pack and she would be the loving and gentle Luna, who always had to bow her head down to the Alpha.

Seeing how Violet was tongue-tied, Sylas advised, "As long as you have Alpha blood running within you, speaking with a little more conviction and confidence will get people to follow you eventually. Being an Alpha is more than a position."

Being an Alpha is more than a position.

Those words repeated in her head.

Violet nodded.

"I understand," she replied. Then, in a louder and more confident tone, she said, "Then, I would like to lend you a hand in the kitchen, Alpha."

Sylas narrowed his eyes at Violet.

"I don't take disrespect well. Now, get out of here before I punish you."

Violet gulped.

He was scary.