Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 147: Magical Hands For A Purple Witch

~Roman~

For the first time in his illustrious, scandalous, and absolutely magnificent life, Roman Draven, Ladies’ Man Extraordinaire, had more hands on him than he could count or happily oblige.

Sure, Roman liked a good touch—a well-placed, loving touch. But this? It was a battlefield.

He was squashed, cradled, smothered, and fondled within an inch of his life. And it wasn’t just the women—oh God, no — there were guys too, though they were very few —thank God — and lacked the same feverish enthusiasm as the females.

Still, the rough pats, ruffles, and one particularly aggressive back scratch from a beefy-looking dude left Roman feeling utterly offended. Violet was so going to pay for this!

But even that was not the end. No, it was the beginning of Kitten Roman’s horrors.

Roman, in his infinite foolishness, had forgotten one critical thing when agreeing to Violet’s money-making scheme. His numerous aggrieved exes were in attendance.

Barbara, the wicked she-devil, had pinched him so hard that her claws dug into his fur like she was trying to rip his soul out through his ribs. It had been so excruciating such that actual tears welled up in his gorgeous, mesmerizing green cat eyes.

Yet not one of these buffoons noticed his silent suffering. Roman had to endure it alone, his silent pain swallowed in the chaos of overly excited students cooing over him. The betrayal. The injustice. The absolute audacity. He bore it alone.

At least on the bright side, his other exes had been merciful, charmed by his beauty to think about revenge.

And still, that was not the end of it. There were the perverts.

For a school filled with intelligent and top performing students, Lunaris Academy sure had a lot of them. Some of the girls had taken great pleasure in spanking his tiny, dignified backside like some demented sport.

Sure, Roman liked the spanking part during foreplay but he didn’t so much like it now he was at the receiving end of it and in animal form.

Thankfully, Violet had put a firm stop to that before it got out of control.

Except it did get out of control.

One particularly brazen, depraved, and shameless degenerate secretly fondled him down to the forbidden area.

Roman had never felt so violated in his life.

His entire soul left his body for a second. At that moment, his dignity, his status, his legacy, all crumbled into ruin with that single, unauthorized touch.

His first instincts had been to maul her, to leave scars so deep her ancestors would feel them. But he recalled the deal with Violet and restrained himself.

Hence Kitten Roman had settled for a deep, guttural hiss, baring his fangs at the girl.

The girl jumped away from him and couldn’t even defend herself which was enough admission of guilt if Roman had ever seen one.

But this was not over. No. He had memorized her face.

When this charade was over, he’d track her and they were going to have a long conversation about boundaries, consent, and basic animal rights. He meant, manners! Yes. Manners. He would teach her one.

And perhaps the next time Violet manages — ’manage’ being the word — to convince him into doing this again, he would be needing a chaperone — preferably Asher — to keep these shameless degenerates in order.

said, not everything about the

result of the kisses , and he had more admirers fawning over him than any royal dignitary. Even in animal form,

felt them

heaving bosoms than he could count. And

adoration, he had carefully selected his future dates, making a mental list of which assets were worthy of

truly a

time cycling through the same old she-wolves, hybrids and

the hierarchy they kept going on but who cares, he was a cardinal alphas and did whatever

to expand his domain. To spread his goodness beyond societal

not to mention

in his brilliant mind, his gaze couldn’t help but drift—again and

she was. The

eyes, and that calculating, business-like

for the first time, Roman found

ruthless. Witty. Shrewd. A

had been chosen to spend time with Elsie in this form, she had cared for him, showered him with comfort and affection, but even she never thought of something like

to his queen,

took care of you without expecting anything in return. Violet is squeezing every cent out

gritted his tiny cat teeth, yet he couldn’t

magnetic about Violet. The way she moved through the crowd, the way people parted for her, the way she owned the entire operation like she was born for

Elsie was his queen. Violet was just

being tucked against her side earlier. The way her heartbeat had beat

she was the cause of it. But Roman ignored her,

to Violet,

a thing for breasts and while Violet’s was sizable, she wasn’t as ample as the women he usually went for. And yet... he

was dangerous

she

then, being Alaric’s girlfriend had not stopped

the truth that Julia had been the one who pursued him first. He would never go

Why would he? People love it when they have a strong reason to hate others. Explaining now would change

"Hey, Kitten Roman!"

ears twitched

snapped her fingers to

at the camera!" she

His entire body bristled.

How. Dare. She.

it. But from anyone else? It was

a deadly snarl, and the girl paled,

was the

scare her further, a familiar

"Roman?"

snarl died in his

Mama was

her arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed and