Chapter 4 Awakening passion

Derek took her in his arms as if it were the most natural thing to do. His mouth pressed hard and passionately against hers, and with a joyful leap in her heart her whole being responded, her body ached for the touch of his fingers, which now traveled down her spine, caressing her. Momentarily, she felt dazed by her own desire, weak with her compliance.

They undressed each other slowly, exploring, stroking, and kissing, until she moaned with longing, her body on fire.

To her, it was almost as if he played her like an instrument. He started slowly and walked up to a great Crescendo, then drawing back several times before he finally let her reach that overwhelming ecstasy. That made her cry out loud with rapturous pleasure. Only then did Derek give way to his own tide of surging, thrusting passion and let his own groan of excitement mingle with hers.

"The car crash must have given Daphne's brain a factory reset," Derek thought as the love making game between him and Daphne skyrocketed from zero to hundred.

As they finished their business, Beatrice quickly dressed up, although she enjoyed it, she was shy to look him in the face, and too shy to remain naked before him.

"What's the rush? You have always dressed slowly to tease me, so what changed?" He scoffed, as he headed for the shower.

The moment to her, being her first time, was magical, she was expecting some sort of compliment, but Derek's response to it alarmed her, and in a moment she forgot that she was trying to hide who she was, so she snapped back.

"Excuse me, Alpha Derek, but I don't understand what you mean by saying I dress slowly to tease you, I'd never do such a thing- I am not a whore," She snapped, but suddenly realizing she was now Daphne and not Beatrice, she froze at her own words.

"Excuse you?" Derek, who was about to turn the doorknob to the shower, turned towards her direction, and walked towards her. "Did you just raise your voice at me?" He thundered, his vice-like grip wrapped around her arms, making her wolf whimper slightly.

But this time, Beatrice knew she had to say something in her defense, but words failed her. What would Daphne do if she were to be in this position?- that would remain nothing but a mystery as she has no memory as Daphne.

"Answer me! Or have you suddenly gone dumb?" He yelled, and all she could feel was dread, settling to the pit of her stomach. She tried to wiggle free from his grasp but his grip tightened.

"You're hurting me," she stuttered, her hands slightly fidgeting, and tears welling up in her eyes.

He slowly let go of his grip on her, and smiled, mischief coating his entire figure. "You need to learn when to talk, and when not to," He paused, and then continued, "But you have always kept quiet since we got married, I think the car crash must have messed with your head." He added.

Beatrice could not believe her eyes, and her ears. This was the same Alpha she had thought highly of, she didn't believe he could treat anyone the way he had just treated her. But on a second thought she thinks Daphne deserves all the mistreatment from him, back in Wolfsburg Pack, everyone knew how mean she could be when she chooses to.

A knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Who is there?" Derek barked at the sound of the knock.

"It's me Alpha." A familiar voice replied from the other side of the door, it was Beta Harry, Derek's right hand man and best friend.

"Oh, it's you. Harry," He heaved a sigh of relief, "Wait for me in the living room. I'll join you in a moment," His voice softened.

"You shouldn't treat our mate in such a disrespectful manner," Derek's wolf growled, his voice echoing loudly in his head. The sudden excitement and devotion of his wolf towards the same Daphne he had been married to for years surprised him.

"How can you treat someone that will be giving birth to your pups in such a manner?" His wolf continued to rant, but before he could give him any response, Beatrice's voice cut through Derek's thought.

"I'm sorry Alpha, but I need to tell you something before you leave," she paused, reading his expression, but he didn't seem interested, as he continued searching for what to wear in his closet. But Beatrice needed to say it, so as to avoid being questioned when she acts differently from the Daphne they all knew.

"Since the car crash, I... I don't seem to remember anything at all," she continued, not sure whether Derek heard her or not.

"Is this some sort of joke? Or one of the pranks you play to get my attention?" He replied with a derisive snort.

"A joke? Who jokes with something as important as this? I don't remember anything at all," She looked bewildered.

"You, Daphne. You joke with everything, You never take anything serious all because of your obsession with attention, Are you sure you are telling the truth right now?" He asked, his eyes burning with disbelief.

"She's telling the truth," Derek's wolf mumbled in her defense.

"Just shut up, and let her speak for herself," Derek told his wolf, as his incessant rants were increasing his headache.

"Of course, I'm telling the truth. What reason do I have to lie? Beatrice rolled her eyes, and threw him an evil smirk, her eyes glittered with unshakable resolve.

Relief and Anxiety coursed through his veins, he was relieved that she wasn't lying, and that his wolf was now quiet, but anxious that if words of her memory loss ever gets out, the neighboring Kingdom might use it against him.

"I'm sure it will come back with time. But you must be careful. Nobody must know about this. It is going to tarnish my image and reputation. The council of elders might even conspire to get me off the throne. You must not tell anybody that you have lost your memory," He said brusquely, and headed to the bathroom to shower.

"That was mind-blowing, I can already imagine his pups growing inside us," Beatrice's Wolf beamed with excitement.

"You must be delusional for imagining such," Beatrice said to her wolf, grinning from ear to ear, the excitement her wolf had was already rubbing off on her, although she initially tried to pretend, but she couldn't help but blush.

"Isn't that what you have always wanted ever since you set your eyes on him?" Her wolf teased.

"It is," she heaved a sigh of frustration before she continued, "But the situation is different now, I'm no longer in my own body, and he doesn't seem to like Daphne at all," she whispered.

"We'll figure it out," Her wolf assured her.

Beatrice now has a wolf, although the experience is new to her, but it seemed to her that the wolf had been with her all through her life, she wished she had experienced it earlier- Having to confide, and share everything with her, it was even her idea to tell Derek about the memory loss. Beatrice was no longer alone in this world, and she was glad that her wolf had a keen sense of direction. She can't wait to find out about the rest of her powers, and more of what they could do together.

She was lost in her thoughts and didn't realize when Derek dressed up, it was his voice that cut through her thoughts

"Make sure nobody knows about what you told me earlier, in fact to be on a safer side, it'll be best for you not to leave this room until i get back," He hurriedly said, and left the room before she could give him any response.