Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 71: Let The Lightening Guide You

~Alaric~

Something was wrong. Very wrong. He might not know Violet on a personal level, but he has heard enough of the stubborn, fiery, purple head and this was not just like her.

Her fevered movements, her intense, almost primal desperation wasn’t normal at all. Alaric’s instincts screamed at him, urging him to step back and assess the situation. But he couldn’t move, not with Violet straddling him like this.

"Violet," he said sharply, and grabbed her shoulders firmly, forcing her to meet his eyes. "This isn’t you. What’s happening to you? Tell me, what is wrong?"

Violet blinked up at him, her eyes glassy and filled with an intensity that made his stomach churn. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t natural.

If by chance his lightning was responsible for this, then he had to do something about it. But then, what could he possibly do about it? This was the first time his lightning was making someone.... horny. Intensely horny. Were she a werewolf, he would have assumed she was in her heat or something?

"You’re right, my prince, there’s something wrong with me." Violet finally said and Alaric’s heart missed a beat, a bad premonition hanging over his head. His lightning has done this. It was bus fault.

But Violet said to his surpise, "I crave, hunger and burn for you, my prince, but you don’t want me. Do you know how much that hurts my prince?" She whined with a sultry tone.

Alaric froze at once. He knew those words. Those were the same words she had told him Asher used on her. By chance, could it be that his lightning somehow messed with her head and Asher’s compulsion malfunctioned. Instead of Asher, she now wanted him.

The gods help him because this was bad. As much as he desired Violet, he could not take her in this state. The girl didn’t even know what he was doing and he had no doubt she would hate his ass when the compulsion was over. He had to get her help.

But while Alaric was busy thinking of what to do, the horny Violet had already reached down and grabbed the outline of his raging member through his pants. Alaric nearly jerked out of his seat at the contact that sent a thrill right through him.

safe to say there was no

a pleading tone. "Why won’t you take me, my prince. I’m yours already. Please, let

if you were in your right now. But right now,

loudly, "Violet!" She was

against him again, "As long as

was too tempting. He could give in and when Violet recovers, he could blame it on the fact that she was relentless and he had given in. She would understand. But no, Alaric could not do

her on the desk before him, then got out of the seat, and away from him

think you’re doing?!" Violet’s voice was filled with fury as she realized what Alaric had

doubt consume you when you return to your senses

her eyes blazing as she lunged forward to grab him. But Alaric sidestepped, moving swiftly to

her understand. "Between Asher’s persuasion and my lightning, something must have happened. Your head

mockingly, her tone dripping with defiance, "but my head has never been clearer."

Alaric maneuvered around the room with precision, carefully avoiding her every attempt to close the distance, all

her demeanor shifted. She stood still, catching her breath, while Alaric remained on edge, bracing for her next move. When she moved, it

widening as she dragged the shirt off her arms,

this?" Violet asked in a sultry tone, her voice teasing as she began massaging her

Stop it

Violet only laughed, her tone both seductive and harsh. "Why? Because you can’t handle the heat? Maybe we

reached for her bra strap, tugging it down deliberately, clearly intending to

could, Alaric moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed her arm from behind, forcing her to stop, and bent her