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."

Griffin. While her tears might have started as a ploy with Griffin, they’d

were finally exposed, sparks of lightning crackled between his

charge, growing heavy with tension. Violet’s throat tightened as she watched him manipulate the electric currents effortlessly, the tendrils of light weaving

her breath shallow, both mesmerized and alarmed. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her

a tendril of electricity, pulling it from his palm as though it were a living, breathing thing. The thread of lightning twisted and coiled like a serpent, humming

flinched slightly when the tendril came close, the static in the air raising the fine hairs on her arms. Her golden eyes

deliberately low, each word dropping like a heavy stone. The slow, dangerous tone made her

as he continued, his focus still on

body at speeds you can’t even comprehend," he said, his tone soft but laced with menace. "The nerves? They’re the first to go—fried instantly. Pain receptors? Overwhelmed before you

ominously in the charged air between them. Violet recoiled slightly, her back pressing against

up. Stops. A human has... seconds. Maybe a minute. But a werewolf?" He shrugged lightly, as though

to determine if Alaric was truly capable of carrying out such a threat or if this was just another one of his twisted games the alphas

then, his expression gave nothing away, his pale blue eyes cold and detached, as though he were merely recounting

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

brief moment, Violet considered 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 cold intensity in Alaric’s gaze told her

out,

where it vanished with a quiet snap. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, his expression