The Alpha's Rejected Vessel
Chapter 6
**[Derek's POV]**
Derek felt it the moment she left.
Like a wire snapping inside his chest, sharp and brutal.
He was in his quarters, surrounded by books and scrolls. Always research. That was how he solved problems—logic, knowledge, analysis.
Three days until the ceremony. Three days to find the answer.
The wire snapped.
Derek's head jerked up. The constant awareness of her presence—that pull humming at the edge of his consciousness—
Gone.
He was out the door before thought caught up with instinct.
Outside, he inhaled. Sorted scents.
Mark's trail, fresh and anxious.
And underneath—her scent. Heading west.
The beast roared up: She's LEAVING.
Derek ran.
It's just the curse, he told himself. The incomplete bond making him track her. Instinctual. Nothing more.
His feet pounded earth. Trees blurred. His speed was inhuman.
She couldn't leave. The ceremony would stabilize him. She was necessary. Essential for controlling the beast.
That's all this was.
The beast snarled: MINE. BRING HER BACK.
"She's not mine," Derek bit out. "She's a solution. A cure. A—"
Vessel.
The word stuck in his throat. Even now, running like a madman, he couldn't say it.
Why?
He shoved the question down.
Her trail led to the stream. North. The scent was masked by herbs, but he could still feel her. That pull, like a compass pointing him forward.
The incomplete bond, his mind insisted. Documented phenomenon.
But his father's journals never mentioned this intensity. This desperate need to close the distance.
Memory flashed—three hours ago, standing at his window, staring at her cabin.
*Telling himself it was tactical awareness.*
*Lies.*
*He'd been there because he couldn't not be there. Because the pull was unbearable.*
*He'd watched her step outside. Watched her pause. Look back toward his window.*
*His hand had pressed against glass. Reaching.*
*And she'd turned and disappeared.*
Derek's chest constricted. Three hours wasted convincing himself to let her go.
Now he was chasing her like the monster she thought he was.
Howls ahead. Pack hunters.
Derek's vision flooded gold.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!"
He crashed into the clearing. Four hunters surrounding her.
Derek threw the first one into a tree. Grabbed the second by the throat, lifted him off the ground.
"Mine," he snarled. The word escaped before he could stop it.
He dropped the hunter. Turned.
Lia stood at a cliff's edge.
Wild-eyed. Bleeding. Terrified.
Looking at him like he was the predator.
Something cracked in his chest.
"Lia." Her name came out rough. "Don't—"
She stepped back. Closer to the drop.
"Stay away from me."
The words hit like a blade.
Derek froze. Forced himself to think. She was running because of what he represented. Expected. Rational.
"I didn't come to hurt you," he said.
"Then why?" Her voice shook. "Why chase me?"
Why.
The beast roared: BECAUSE SHE'S OURS.
His mind scrambled: Because you need her for the cure. For control. For—
"I need you," Derek said.
"Need me?" Lia laughed bitterly. "You need my blood. You need a vessel—"
"No." The word came out sharp. "It's not—"
"Then what is it?"
Derek looked at her. At the defiance still burning in her eyes even as she stood on the edge of death.
She was magnificent.
And he was the cage she'd rather die than stay in.
"I don't know," he admitted. The words cost him everything. "I told myself it was the curse. That you were just a solution. But—"
His hands clenched. Blood dripped from his palms where claws pierced skin.
"I can feel you. Like a thread connecting us. When you left, when it snapped—" His voice broke. "I don't know why it feels like dying."
Behind him, wolves were closing in. Time running out.
"I stood at my window for hours watching your cabin. Told myself it was tactical." He laughed, bitter. "I called you property. Researched every text trying to explain you away. And I still can't—"
Can't what?
Can't let you go. Can't name what you are. Can't admit what I feel.
"I know what I should do," Derek said quietly. "Let you run. Let you be free. That's logical. Moral."
He took one careful step forward.
"But I can't." His hands shook. "I don't know if it's the curse or the bond or—"
Or something I'm too afraid to name.
"Step back from the edge," he said. "Please. Let me find another way. I can research—"
"There is no other way," Lia said. Her voice was steady. Resigned.
"There has to be—"
"You know there isn't."
She was right. His scholar's mind knew she was right.
But the rest of him screamed denial.
"Why do you even care?" Lia asked. "If I'm just a cure—"
"Because you're NOT!" The roar came from somewhere primal. "You're—"
What?
The word caught. Terrifying. Impossible.
"I don't know what you are," Derek said finally. Helpless. "All I know is when you're near, the beast is louder. But when you're gone—" His voice cracked. "Something worse takes its place. Just... emptiness."
Silence stretched.
Lia's tears spilled over. "I'm sorry."
She looked past him. At the wolves closing in.
Her decision was in her eyes.
"Please," Derek whispered.
She stepped backward off the cliff.
Time shattered.
Derek saw her hair lift. Her expression shift from fear to peace. Her eyes meeting his one last time.
Then falling.
The sound that tore from Derek wasn't human. Wasn't wolf.
He lunged. Hands grabbed him—Mark, hunters, holding him back.
Derek threw them off. Made it to the edge.
Mist. Darkness. The roar of water below.
Nothing.
"No—"
He tried to jump. Multiple wolves tackled him.
"She's gone!" Mark's voice cracked. "Derek, she's gone!"
Gone.
The pull, the awareness, the constant presence—
Silent.
Empty.
Derek stopped fighting. Collapsed to his knees.
All those weeks telling himself she was just a vessel. Just a solution.
All those nights at his window, rationalizing it as tactical awareness.
All those moments of jealousy and need he'd blamed on the curse.
Lies.
He'd known. Some part of him had known from the first touch.
And he'd been too much of a coward to admit it.
Too convinced logic could explain away what he felt. Too determined to maintain control while everything spiraled out of it.
He'd analyzed what she was instead of feeling it.
And now she was gone.
Derek's hands dug into stone until they bled.
The beast inside him went quiet. Not satisfied.
Grieving.
It had known all along what his mind refused to accept.
She wasn't a vessel.
She was everything.
And he'd realized twenty seconds too late.
Derek tilted his head back and howled.
Pure anguish. Raw. Endless.
When it died, his voice was destroyed.
The emptiness remained.
Dawn broke. Wolves whispered around him. Elders demanded answers.
Derek heard nothing.
Just his own voice on loop: *"I don't know what you are to me."*
A lie.
He'd known.
He'd always known.
"Search the river," someone said. "Find the body."
Derek closed his eyes.
In his quarters: a ring, returned. A note, unread.
He'd been too afraid to read it because words made things real.
And Derek Damsi, scholar and Alpha, had believed research could solve anything.
But you can't research your way out of this.
The sun rose. Wolves left. Even Mark gave up.
Derek stayed.
Kneeling at the edge where she'd fallen.
Because walking away meant admitting she was never coming back.
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Far below, hidden in mist, the river carried its secrets.
On the opposite bank, amber eyes watched from shadows.
Waiting.
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