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 focus still

am I here?" Violet

to face her, one eyebrow raised as

away. That reaction was answer enough,

shy," Violet snapped, her

concoction and walked over to

your head," Adele began bluntly. "How do you feel now? Do you still feel the compulsion

her arms defensively. "No," she said firmly, though the truth felt a little more complicated. She didn’t feel the overwhelming need

thrust the cup into Violet’s hands.

eyed the cup suspiciously. "What is

you don’t

Violet like a slap, and her face twisted in outrage and

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

mixture of humiliation and anger bubbling up inside her. She glared at Adele, her fists clenching as she debated whether to like the woman for her blunt honesty or despise her for her lack of

nose as she brought it to her lips. The bitter taste

said coldly, her

the vile concoction, grimacing with every swallow. When she finally handed the empty cup back to Adele,

she said, rising from her seat and walking away,

against the massive headboard, her arms crossed as she watched Adele move about the room. "What happens next?" she