Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 76: No Trust

Griffin Hale entered the East House, the grand foyer greeted him with polished wooden floors, high ceilings, and beautiful chandeliers hanging above.

It must have been the break period since some students had made their way back to the dormitory and they glanced up, their conversations halting as soon they noticed their Alpha carrying an unconscious Violet.

Their curious eyes followed Griffin as he ascended the staircase with ease, carrying Violet higher and higher without feeling even a bit of her weight.

Only until he was out of view, did they continue their gossip and it was all about Violet. None of them could understand what was happening right now? What was Violet doing in the East House and why was Griffin carrying her?

Meanwhile, Griffin reached the top floor, to be precise, his personal domain. Unlike the other floors, this one exuded an air of exclusivity. After all, it was where he lived with his beta, Gammas and deltas.

He pushed the double door open with his shoulder and went in. Griffin’s room was an extension of his personality, spacious, luxurious, warm and filled with personal touches.

An Alaskan king mattress, which was about nine feet by nine feet, dominated the room. It was larger than most standard beds, with a sturdy mahogany frame and adorned with rich red-and-gold bedding.

It was a bed that suited his size and presence — designed precisely for his beast form — exuding comfort and regality in equal measure.

It was flanked by large windows that offered a sweeping view of the academy grounds. While a leather sofa and a mahogany desk occupied one corner, and a massive fireplace roared in another.

The walls were adorned with shelves and displays that spoke to Griffin’s passion for cars. Sophisticated model cars were arranged meticulously on custom-built shelves, each one of them a replica of iconic vehicles.

The models ranged from classic muscle cars to sleek modern sports cars, the collection vast and impressive, showcasing his love for speed even though physically, he wasn’t built for it.

A connecting door led to another room and beyond that to the restroom. Griffin crossed the threshold, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet.

Violet on the bed, her smaller form contrasting starkly with the vast expanse of the bedding. Her

them up to her shoulders

resembled a mummy, a sight that made Griffin pause. It wasn’t winter, but the air had begun to chill at night. He pondered the temperature, considering it wasn’t actually nighttime and

the sheet, Griffin hesitated. As a werewolf, his body temperature ran higher than a human’s, so he rarely felt the cold, but Violet was human and might need the warmth. Yet, what

wanted was to make sure Violet was comfortable.

messy type, but in a strangely organized way. Papers, books, and

into a neat line on their shelf, and tossed the forgotten shirt he had worn the night before into the laundry basket. Griffin had no idea why he was doing it, but he felt an inexplicable need

impression

was a tough woman after all. Griffin reached for his phone and called Alaric, except the phone kept ringing without answer. It was unusual for Alaric not to answer his calls, they were buddies after all. After the fifth call, Griffin let it be. Alaric couldn’t leave him alone with Violet, that was for sure.

Speaking of Violet.

edge of the bed and watched Violet sleep. She was interesting to watch and it was in the process he noticed how beautiful. His gaze fell on her lips and as if it were happening again, he felt the heat of her lips on his again and Griffin swallowed as a certain part of his body rose in

woman. If it weren’t for Asher’s tangled web of games, Griffin might have even pursued her.

they graduate and he didn’t want to create such a mess which is why he can’t fall in love with any woman

Alpha king could only marry Elsie Lyka Lancaster. No one

pull anymore, Griffin leaned down and took Violet’s hair in his hand. It was not dyed, he noticed. It was strange. Humans didn’t have purple hair. She was almost like

leaned in and sniffed her. Werewolves could always smell and tell apart their kind. But for Violet, there was nothing. She smelled human. Perhaps she was a

was hooked on it.

curled into a wicked grin, her expression one of a huntress who

fight this—he knew he should. But as her lips parted slightly, beckoning him closer, he leaned in, the magnetic pull between them impossible to resist. The brief brush of her lips against his sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through him, and he groaned at the electric

voice cut through the air, yanking