Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 68: Struck By Lightening

"He kissed me... touched me and I liked it..." Violet continued, her voice low and raspy, and the words hanging between them like a heavy secret.

Alaric was clearly caught off guard by her forbidden confession. His throat worked as he swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple showing just how much her words had affected him. As if suddenly aware that he had wandered into dangerous territory.

And while Alaric fought to maintain his cool, impassive exterior, Violet knew it had gotten under his skin. She could see it in the slight tension around his jaw, in the way his shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The satisfaction of rattling him was a small victory, one she wasn’t going to waste. She wanted to see how far she could push him.

Her eyes traced the line of his throat, lingering on the sharp curve of his Adam’s apple. A stray wild thought crossed her mind—how it would feel to brush her lips over it, to nip gently with the edges of her teeth and see how he’d react. Would he stiffen like now, or would he tilt his head back, letting her have her way?

What the hell?, she snapped herself out of it. Violet pushed the dangerous notion to the back of her mind, her face heating slightly. She was spiraling out of control, and needed to rein it in fast.

Still, as she looked back at Alaric, she couldn’t deny that part of her enjoyed watching him squirm. After all, he had asked for details, hadn’t he?

And she wasn’t even done with him yet.

Violet had no idea what possessed her to say it, but she purred with a wicked smirk, "Gods above, Asher was fucking good with his fingers—"

"That’s enough!" Alaric snapped.

For all his icy demeanor, his cheeks were now unmistakably tinged with red. The stark contrast between his flushed face and his cold, stormy eyes made the moment almost comical.

"I told you to skip the steamy details," he growled, visibly annoyed, "and tell me if anything significant happened. Did Asher do anything else to you? Did he compel you to dream about him?"

Violet tilted her head, that infuriating smirk still plastered across her face. "That’s the problem, Lightning Prince. You can’t separate one from the other. Everything that happened between us was steamy... even the important parts you’re so desperate to know."

Alaric scowled, his frustration palpable. "Don’t play games with me, Violet."

it all, or should I keep the sweet, juicy, sexy details to myself?"

it was the urge to rattle him,

And falter he did.

ever. He

- Violet - was indeed her daughter. Because right now, she certainly felt like she was born from sin. A daughter of a

low in her belly. But Violet’s face was such a picture of composure one wouldn’t even think in their wildest dream

palm of his hand, "I’ll fuck you up in such a way you’d regret the

meeting his gaze once more.

fact she had to slowly clench her

distaste, as though her insinuation was the most offensive thing in the world. Yet his cheeks burned brighter, betraying the conflict he clearly wanted

smile. Hard to get, was he?

just having a little fun ruffling his perfectly arranged

almost came, to be precise. He had me right at the edge... and then he compelled me." Her

in the air like a blade. Alaric’s face went deadly serious now, the teasing gone. Violet, meanwhile, felt the heat still buzzing beneath her skin, that constant throbbing hunger like a curse that

the classroom whole, the gravity of the situation pressing down on them like a heavy shroud. For what felt like forever, no one spoke, until Alaric broke the stillness, his voice low

happening all

all over again?" Violet asked, her curiosity piqued. Something told her it was important information. One she might need. If not now, but in the

realized too late that he had said

as he tried to backtrack. "It’s nothing,"

edge to his voice, he added, "But congratulations to you for making yourself Asher’s willing slave. He’s already so deeply ingrained in

struck like a slap, and anger exploded inside Violet,

eyes blazing with fury. "You think I wanted this?" she spat, her voice trembling with

brief second, guilt flashed across Alaric’s face. His mouth opened as if to apologize or

one out of the bunch. But you—all of you—Cardinal Alphas are just the same. You’re