Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Beautiful Memory

"Roman, you have to stop this. Trust me, you don’t know what you’re doing, neither does she. You’re under her control, this isn’t what you want," Alaric’s voice was imploring as he tried to pull his cardinal brother back from the edge.

But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Roman’s focus was locked entirely on Violet, who pressed herself against him, her chest flush against his. And to make it worse, Roman, entranced, reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

Oh, hell no. Not happening. Not on his watch.

Alaric moved swiftly, grabbing Roman by the arm and yanking him away from Violet. For a brief moment, he succeeded in separating them, but the look Roman shot him made Alaric’s heart skip a beat.

It was said never to snatch prey from the jaws of a lion, and Alaric had just done exactly that.

Roman’s face contorted with fury, his features twisting into something more beast than human. A guttural snarl ripped from his throat as his eyes slitted like a snake’s, his tongue forked, and scales crept up his arms, spreading to his neck as he half-shifted into a serpentine form.

"Roman, don’t—" Alaric began, but it was too late. Roman’s intentions were clear as he spit a thick glob of venom directly at him.

Alaric managed to dodge it, but not enough. The venom struck his face, and within seconds, his body tensed, a sharp groan escaping his lips as he collapsed to the ground.

paralyzed, his limbs refusing to cooperate, although the venom’s purpose was not fatal. Roman, even in this feral state, knew better than

could only watch as Roman turned back to Violet, who eagerly pulled him into her embrace with

for trying to stop them, Alaric thought bitterly, frustration bubbling inside of him as he watched the scene

lacy fabric landing mockingly near his head. The intoxicating scent of Violet’s natural aroma filled his nostrils, making him groan in both frustration and regret. The irony wasn’t lost on him, had he thrown

couldn’t think that way. Alaric shook off the thought as best as he could, despite his

He had done the right thing. But it was nearly impossible to believe

the venom’s hold. Deep down inside of him —a dark,

with Roman’s venom coursing through his blood, one part of him remained unaffected, standing at full attention in response

grew louder as Roman the son of a biscuit teased, licked, kneaded,

his eyes shut, and blocked it all out, but Alaric couldn’t. No, he didn’t want to. Because the truth remained he was just as entranced

it was obvious

It was time.

where were the others when you needed them. However, to his relief, it seemed Roman was not ready yet to claim

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