Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 170: His Own Santuary

If it weren’t for the fact that the game was deadly serious and the forest was dark and lonely, Violet would have rejected Roman’s help outright and risked it all on her own. Because the gods help her, she was mortified right now!

She knew Roman had scented her arousal. There was no hiding that from a werewolf. Although he didn’t say a word or give any outward indication that he noticed, Violet had no doubt he must have savored every bit of her discomfort.

Roman must be exhilarated inside of him for ruffling her. To make it worse, he would probably bring it up and not let her hear the end of it the next time they met under more favorable conditions.

Lightning slashed across the sky, illuminating the forest in a brief, blinding flash before plunging them back into blackness. With her sight reduced to near nothing, Violet had to rely on her hearing instead.

Thanks to that, every snap of a twig and rustling leaf, distant howl, or subtle shift in the air put her on edge. And right now, the only sound she focused on was Roman moving.

"Get on my back," he said, crouching low.

"What?" She was sure she had misheard him.

Roman explained to her, "I have a location in mind, but we need to go deeper into the Silver Glade. No one would expect you to go that far, and even if they do, they’ll never anticipate that you’d actually stay there. We’ll be alone, and you can take ten minutes to rest and restore your body heat. Nothing more, nothing less."

Ten minutes alone with Roman? Violet didn’t know how to feel about that. Moreover, they were going deeper into the silver glade, was that even a wise decision?

"And what if we get lost?" she asked warily.

Roman chuckled, the sound warm and lazy, as if the very idea was amusing. "Miss Purple," he drawled, his voice sliding over her like silk. Violet swore that ridiculous nickname sounded a hundred times more sinful coming from his lips.

Get a grip, girl!

She was already in a dire situation with this hunt, this was not the time to be getting distracted by Roman freaking Draven!

"Are you even listening to me?" Roman’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What?" she blurted.

knowingly. "Where did that pretty little head of yours go? Never mind. Listen, I roam this forest in my animal form every night. Trust me, nobody

a naked forest

much, because her

muttered at last, lowering herself

her to climb onto his back. His skin was burning hot—almost too hot—but the moment she settled against him,

full height, lifting

tight," Roman warned, and then, he

The wind lashed against her skin, cold and biting, but Roman’s heat was like a furnace beneath

sensation of moving so quickly in the dark was exhilarating. She could not believe how effortlessly Roman

moment, Violet allowed herself to

she was beginning to relax, Roman came to a sudden stop, his entire body going rigid

at once. "What

breath," he commanded,

tone made her obey without question. Without panicking. Her lungs

where they stood. Violet’s fingers dug into Roman’s skin

her scent. But it was struggling with Roman having masked her trail. But even at

in Roman’s muscles as he poised to react. He wouldn’t let the wolf get

sounds in his throat right

shrill caw pierced the air. It was immediately

moment Roman’s ability reached

of crows exploded from the treetops above, diving at the wolf in a chaotic frenzy. The beast yelped, snapping its jaws at the attacking birds as they clawed and pecked, overwhelming it

gone, Roman resumed running, carrying her through the forest without breaking

"We’re here," he announced.

to his back, squinted