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."

to hear it all, or should I keep the sweet, juicy, sexy details to myself?" She rasped out the last words, deliberately biting down on her lip in a way

was behaving this way. Perhaps it was the

And falter he did.

remained as keen as ever. He looked adorably flustered, and Violet had to admit, watching the cold prince lose his composure kind

indeed her daughter. Because right now, she certainly felt like she was born from sin.

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

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

once more. "I don’t like

with Alaric? It definitely sounded like it. Neither did Violet disclose the fact she had

was the most offensive thing in the world. Yet

a victorious smile. Hard to get, was he? Not that

a little fun ruffling his

"Asher dry-humped me until I came. Or almost came, to be precise. He had me right at the edge... and then he compelled me." Her voice hardened

serious now, the teasing gone. Violet, meanwhile, felt the heat still buzzing beneath her skin, that constant throbbing hunger like a

gravity of the situation pressing down on them like a heavy shroud. For what felt like forever, no one spoke,

happening all over

all over again?" Violet asked, her curiosity piqued. Something told her it was important

as if he realized too late that he had said something he shouldn’t have, something

as he tried to backtrack. "It’s

with a cold edge to his voice, he added, "But congratulations to you for making yourself Asher’s willing slave. He’s already so deeply ingrained in your head, I doubt any decision you make right now is truly your

struck like a slap, and anger exploded inside Violet, burning through

"You think I wanted this?" she spat, her voice trembling with emotion. "Do you think I’m so sick in the head

if to apologize or explain, but Violet wasn’t done. Her voice rose,

different. I thought you were the nicest one out of the bunch. But you—all of you—Cardinal Alphas are just the same. You’re all cut from the