Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 78: Rule Maker

Violet jolted awake, her breath ragged with her heart hammering in her chest. Her body was heavy and achy in places she couldn’t even understand, as if she’d been through some intense ordeal.

Groggy and disoriented, she blinked at her surroundings, her mind struggling to piece together what was real and what wasn’t.

Her head was pounding and she groaned in pain as flashes of vivid, horrifying memories began to assault her. The images came in waves; her lips pressed against Alaric’s; her body grounding against Roman’s; her hands roaming over Griffin. It was a kaleidoscope of mortifying memories, each one making her stomach churn.

"Oh God.... no... "Violet shook her head as if trying to shake away the memories. But the harder she tried to push them away, the clearer they became, playing like a twisted movie in her mind.

Her breathing quickened, and her hands flew to her face, her fingers digging into her scalp as she let out what sounded like a thousand curses. It couldn’t be real. Yet it was.

The sensations were too vivid, too raw, for it to be just a dream. The way her skin had burned under their touch, the heat of their gazes, the electric connection that shouldn’t have been there. Violet’s cheeks burned even though her body was ice-cold, as though the blood had drained from her entirely.

She touched her lips, as if expecting to find some lingering trace of them there. The bile rose in her throat instead, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, afraid she might vomit.

What had she done? Why had she behaved like... that? No, the word "whore" didn’t even begin to cover it. She had thrown herself at not just one, but three of them! Without shame, desperate for their touch.

Nancy would be so proud of her right now!

If this wasn’t a nightmare, Violet didn’t know what else she could call it.

"You’re up," a voice said, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see the healer, Adele, standing by a desk, her back to her as she mixed some sort of concoction.

asked, her voice hoarse, her throat

answered nonchalantly, her focus still on the swirling liquid

here?" Violet pressed, her unease

eyebrow raised as if in amusement. "You don’t

That reaction was answer enough, and Adele smirked knowingly. "Oh, you do remember. You’re just too

Violet snapped, her glare sharp despite her

unconvinced. She finished mixing the concoction and walked over to Violet, sitting down

with your head," Adele began bluntly. "How do you feel now? Do you still feel the compulsion to..." she paused, her lips

hotter, and she crossed her arms defensively. "No," she said firmly, though the truth felt a little more complicated. She didn’t feel the overwhelming need anymore, but there was still a faint, unsettling offness

a satisfied nod. She thrust the cup into Violet’s hands.

cup suspiciously. "What

concoction to make sure you don’t end up pregnant," Adele

words hit Violet like a slap, and her face twisted in

and I’m sure it would’ve been... confusing, not knowing who the

clenching as she debated whether to like the woman for

her lips. The bitter taste hit her tongue immediately, making her gag and nearly spit it

a drop," Adele said coldly,

scowl, Violet forced herself to gulp down the vile concoction, grimacing with every swallow. When she finally handed the empty cup back to Adele, her expression was

unfazed, took the cup and smirked. "Good girl," she said, rising from her seat and walking

her arms crossed as she watched Adele move about the room. "What happens next?" she finally asked, her tone sharp