Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 67: Not Like Griffin

Violet jolted upright, pushing herself away from him so abruptly it was as if she’d been burned. Her mind scrambled to make sense of what had happened. The last thing she remembered was fighting to stay awake during the lesson and.... Oh.

Looking around, Violet realized to her chagrin that classes were long over and she had been sleeping all this while. The gods knew how many classes she has missed since then.

She glanced at Alaric, who was watching her with an expression that seemed to expect gratitude.

"That’s not happening, dude," Violet said flatly. Then her eyes dropped to his jacket, where a small stain gleamed faintly. Her stomach flipped in mortification. "Uh... sorry for the drool. Just the drool. " She emphasized.

Alaric remained silent, his piercing gaze locked on hers as though trying to decipher the inner workings of her mind. His silence unnerved her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

Annoyed and embarrassed, Violet stood abruptly, intent on leaving the awkward situation behind. But before she could take a step, Alaric’s hand shot out, gripping her arm firmly, and guided her back into her seat.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Violet snapped, glaring at him.

"We have unfinished business," Alaric said with a calm but unyielding voice. "I believe you were about to tell me about a certain dream?"

Violet frowned, shaking her head. "Not at all. There’s nothing to tell."

"Fine," Alaric said, leaning back slightly. His tone turned sharper, edged with challenge. "We’ll do it the hard way then. But you’ll find out that unlike Griffin, who you can emotionally manipulate with your tears, that sort of trick doesn’t work on me."

heart raced, her cheeks burning with fresh humiliation as she recalled the incident with Griffin. While her tears might have started as a ploy

pull off his gloves. When his bare hands were finally exposed, sparks of lightning crackled between his fingertips, dancing like threads of

tension. Violet’s throat tightened as she watched him manipulate the

shallow, both mesmerized and alarmed. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly despite

from his palm as though it were a living, breathing thing. The thread of lightning twisted and coiled like a serpent, humming faintly with raw energy. Its pale blue glow cast eerie shadows across

hitched, and she flinched slightly when the tendril came close, the static in the air raising the fine hairs on her arms. Her golden eyes darted from the lightning to Alaric’s face, only to find his gaze slightly glazed over, his attention

the human body, Violet Purple?" he asked, his voice deliberately low, each word dropping like a heavy stone. The slow, dangerous tone

as he continued,

soft but laced with menace. "The nerves? They’re the first to go—fried instantly. Pain receptors? Overwhelmed before you can even

in the charged air

Alaric continued, his tone chillingly clinical, "isn’t designed to handle that kind of shock. It seizes up. Stops. A human has... seconds. Maybe a minute. But a werewolf?" He shrugged lightly, as though discussing the weather. "We have a better

of carrying out such a threat or

his pale blue eyes cold and detached, as though he were merely recounting

make good on his threat, the thread of lightning hovered closer, its glow reflected in her wide, fearful eyes. Alaric’s gaze shifted to her then, the ice in his eyes thawing just slightly as he focused fully on her. "Now," he said, his voice a smooth, quiet

telling him to go fuck himself. Why was he so interested in the dream? But the soft hum of the electricity, the sharp sting of its heat in the air, and the

gulped and blurted out, "Fine! I’ll tell

his hand, where it vanished with a quiet snap.