Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 79: See The Light Of Day

Violet’s eyes opened, her stomach grumbling even before her mind could fully recall where she was. The tantalizing aroma of food filled her senses, pulling her from the haze of sleep. She sat up abruptly, when she caught sight of the large figure standing at the foot of her bed.

"You don’t need to be afraid," Griffin said, his voice calm as he raised his hands in a gesture of peace. "I promise, I won’t harm you."

Violet’s glare hardened, her tone sharp as she retorted, "You said those exact words right before joining the others in bullying me at that so-called scenting ceremony."

Griffin nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Guilty as charged. But that was tradition. I would never intentionally hurt you, Violet." He gestured toward someone else in the room, and only then did Violet realize they weren’t alone.

A young woman whose eyes were filled with curiosity, pushed a trolley laden with steaming dishes closer to the bed. Violet’s stomach growled loudly at the sight, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I figured you might be hungry," Griffin said with a sense of accomplishment. "And it seems I was right."

Violet averted her gaze, trying to hide her discomfort. The girl pushing the trolley looked at her with poorly veiled intrigue, her eyes darting between Violet and the Alpha as if already piecing together a scandalous story.

"Would that be all, Alpha?" the girl asked, her voice tentative yet eager, clearly hoping for an explanation for Violet’s presence.

"Yes, that will be all," Griffin replied curtly.

The girl hesitated before turning to leave, but Griffin called her back sharply. "And Zora."

"Yes, Alpha?" she asked, straightening immediately.

Griffin locked his gaze on hers, his voice firm. "Not a word about this."

The excitement in Zora’s expression drained in an instant, replaced by disappointment. It was clear she had been hoping to spread the juicy tidbit of gossip knowing it would trend for sure.

"As you wish, Alpha Griffin," she mumbled, her tone subdued as she exited the room.

still won’t stop me from making headlines on the

to a whore herself.

her humiliating moments with Alaric, Roman, and Griffin. The very thought

as he easily set up the bed table and placed a bowl of

him a pointed look. "And you wouldn’t be if you were in my shoes?" Then she groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Oh, right, you’re a man with patriarchal privileges. Even if you slept with a hundred girls at the same time, I’m sure no one would bat an eye. Meanwhile, my

were obviously meant to insult him, but Griffin didn’t take the bait. Instead, he chuckled, the

district are you from?" he

her gaze, instantly cautious. "Why do you want

"Because it seems you weren’t educated properly on werewolf anthropology, or you’d know that the

body going rigid

her reaction but pressed on, ignoring the tension. "You do know about

knew about mates. It was the cornerstone of werewolf culture, one

being, said to be created by the Moon Goddess

decimation of the she-wolves during the great War, many lost theirs. It was quite unfortunate that the

finding a fated mate had become increasingly rare; it was nearly becoming a myth whispered among the younger generations. Some claimed it was the result of the Moon Goddess’s wrath, a punishment for wolves

mated to humans, but Violet had never seen such a couple with her own

finally said.

corners of his lips as though testing her

know that, in the past, some werewolves had more than one mate. It wasn’t unusual for them to form strong bonds with more than one

Violet instantly alert. She didn’t believe Griffin would harm her—he’d done nothing to suggest he would—but after the recent incidents,

Griffin added in a lower tone, his voice almost conspiratorial, "this wolf here might just

the floor. Her mind raced with questions, too many to articulate at

How? What did he mean? But Griffin, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell, leaned back in his seat, entirely unbothered, and continued speaking with an

anxious over nothing," he said, dipping a piece of bread into the soup on the tray. "Werewolves have had many consorts throughout history. You’re no whore, Violet, it’s just the way of

process his words. "But I’m not a werewolf," she said