Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 123: His Nature

Amanda didn’t notice Violet at first, her expression dazed, obviously still basking in the blissful aftermath of whatever had transpired in that office. Violet silently prayed it would stay that way, hoping to remain invisible until Amanda left.

But luck wasn’t on her side. A girl her size was not exactly inconspicuous and Amanda’s eyes landed on her, her gaze narrowing at once.

And here it comes. Violet braced herself internally, her mind preparing for the inevitable confrontation. Amanda crossed the space between them in just two strides.

As the distance closed, Violet was already prepared for a slap, or two. She deserved it, after all. She had kissed Amanda’s boyfriend, and had it not been for Alaric’s interference, it could’ve gone much further.

Instead, Amanda placed both hands firmly on her shoulders and Violet stood ramrod straight, every muscle in her body coiled, her heart pounding as she awaited the painful blow. But instead of striking her, Amanda did something completely unexpected. She pulled Violet into a hug.

What?

Violet froze, utterly flabbergasted. Her arms remained stiff at her sides, her brain short-circuiting as she tried to process what was happening.

Amanda pulled back slightly, only to plant a kiss on Violet’s cheek. And that was enough to snap her out of her shock, and she stumbled back, flustered and utterly confused.

Amanda, however, seemed entirely unbothered. She burst into a fit of giggles, her laughter light and carefree, like someone high on drugs. Except in her case, it was sex hormones or was it?

"I said I was going to deal with you for embarrassing me," She began, her words spilling out between giggles. "But boy, was I wrong. So thank you instead for freeing me from that bondage." She pulled Violet into another hug, squeezing the life out of her lungs.

Violet stood there stiffly, letting Amanda do whatever she wanted, her mind reeling. None of this made sense.

"You should go in. He’s waiting for you. Piece of advice? Choose doggy style, he

Wait, what?

disbelief. By the moon, did Amanda actually think she was here to... No, thank you. That would happen over her dead

began, panicking a little. "I’m only here

cutting her short. "Don’t forget to tell me all the details later! Good luck!" She fluffed her hair and sauntered off, her confidence radiating as she strutted down the

a look of confusion and horror. What in the name

to cool off. Moreover, she was not about to go

realizing her session time was nearly up. She figured she’d apologize for walking in on... that and hope he’d reschedule the session

open and stepped inside. Her gaze immediately locked onto Mr. Richmond’s, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. He was sitting at his desk, arms

senses on edge. She could feel this darkness around him, his gaze unnerving. Thankfully, he was dressed this time, though the fabric of his shirt clung to his muscular frame so tightly that she half-worried it might tear if he so much as

deep voice reverberating through the room. "Is this a

flooding her as she realized she’d wasted part of their counseling session. Or so

off then,"

utter shock. Confusion and disbelief etched themselves across her

meanwhile, had already risen to his feet, unbuttoning his shirt as if that was normal. "I’m not in the mood for games, purple head.

shirt, his hands moving to slide it off when Violet’s voice burst out

paused mid-motion, one eyebrow arching as he studied

"I’m here for the counseling session I missed. Not... whatever this is." She gestured vaguely

cloud clearing. His expression

a wave of relief as the tension eased. Immediately, Richmond began