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 Oracle’s post tomorrow," she muttered

headlines. Bloodline doesn’t lie. From the daughter of a whore to a whore herself. Her

with Alaric, Roman, and Griffin. The very thought made Violet want to disappear. If they write that, she

easily set up the bed table and placed a bowl of soup

if you slept with a hundred girls at the

him, but Griffin didn’t take the bait. Instead, he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating in

you

her gaze, instantly cautious. "Why do

a seat by the bedside and sat down. He leaned back slightly, his demeanor relaxed. "Because it seems you weren’t educated properly on werewolf anthropology, or you’d know that the werekind are

her body going rigid

pressed on, ignoring the tension. "You do know about the concept of mates, don’t

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

be created by the Moon Goddess herself. The

near decimation of the she-wolves during the great War, many lost theirs. It was quite unfortunate that the loss of a mate was devastating, often leading to madness or death for

then, 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 marrying humans, the very species that had

mated to humans, but Violet had never seen such a

finally said. "What

corners of his lips

began, his tone deceptively casual, "you must 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

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

his voice almost

shock, her jaw practically hitting the floor. Her mind raced with

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 air

said, dipping a piece of bread into the soup on the tray.

blinked, still trying to process his words. "But