Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 72: Natural Seductress

~ Roman ~

Roman Draven spoke one language fluently: the universal language of love. He adored women, and why wouldn’t he? Women were perfection embodied—their soft, firm curves were a divine temptation. Their breasts, two perfect handfuls, begged to be caressed, massaged, and suckled until their sweet cries filled the air, a symphony just for him.

And then there was the bottom, two irresistible, delectable halves designed for his hands—to be smacked, groped, and kneaded to his heart’s content. But the ultimate treasure, the pièce de résistance, was the sweetest part of all—their pussy. To Roman, there was no finer ambrosia than the juices he could taste while his tongue worshipped their sensitive clit.

Women, to him, were God’s greatest gift, treasures that deserved to be cherished, adored, and pleased beyond measure.

However, there was one thing that stirred a deep, seething rage within Roman and it was men who sought to hurt women in the most vile and degrading way imaginable. To Roman, it was an unforgivable crime.

Why resort to violence when there were countless ways to win a woman over? You could write her heartfelt letters, the kind that made her smile just thinking about you.

You could surprise her with flowers, each petal a symbol of your admiration. You could serenade her with romantic songs, even if your voice wasn’t perfect—effort mattered more than skill. For the daring, you could give her a taste of the pleasure she was missing, leaving her craving more, willingly.

There were endless paths to her heart, to win her affection. With all these options, why would anyone choose cruelty? Roman couldn’t fathom it, nor could he tolerate it.

rather than charm and respect, were the lowest of the low in his eyes. He thoroughly despised them and

evidence of Alaric forcing himself on Violet. He couldn’t fathom such a betrayal, especially from a fellow Cardinal Alpha. Violet’s desperate call for help - filled with faux distress, unknown to him - only solidified the wrong assumption in

sharply, his voice laced with barely contained fury. His beta, though equally stunned, snapped out of it and quickly

clenched with rage. Alaric, who instantly recognized the misunderstanding from the stormy look in Roman’s eyes, raised his hands in a futile attempt to calm him. "No, it’s not what you’re thinking!" he said

of anger clouded his judgment, and without hesitation, he swung his fist. The punch landed squarely on Alaric’s face, sending him staggering back, momentarily dazed. Violet, freed from Alaric’s grip, stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with a

done. He grabbed Alaric by the collar and landed another punch,

he pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears as Roman drew back

froze him in place. It was Violet. Her hand, warm and gentle, seemed to dissolve the tension that had consumed him. Slowly, he turned

delighted smile, Violet cupped Roman’s face in her hands. Her gaze was soft yet unsettling, and before Roman could register what was happening, she pulled him

fire that left Roman completely disarmed. For a brief moment, he forgot his anger, lost in the unexpected

fuck. Thought Alaric as he clutched his throbbing jaw, staring in shock and disbelief. The situation had spiraled far

but it seems whatever was going on with her had no discrimination.

different. Unlike Alaric, whose self-control