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.

I roam this forest in my animal form every night. Trust

naked forest

much, because her brain did not need to be providing visuals

last,

blindly in the dark, her fingers grazing warm, solid muscle as Roman leaned back, allowing her to climb onto his back. His skin was burning hot—almost too hot—but the moment she settled

lifting her as

on tight," Roman warned, and then, he

like a furnace beneath her. At first, she was rigid, her grip on his shoulders tentative,

was exhilarating. She could

slowed down, his steps eerily silent even at this insane pace. For a moment, Violet allowed herself to enjoy the ride, letting the

just as she was beginning to relax, Roman came to a sudden stop, his

spiked at once. "What

your breath," he commanded, his voice sharper than

her obey without question. Without panicking. Her lungs burned as

rustle not far from where they stood. Violet’s fingers dug into Roman’s

scent. But it was struggling with Roman having masked her trail. But even at that, if it got any closer, it would surely find

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

make strange sounds in his throat right before the wolf’s head whipped

It was immediately followed by

moment Roman’s ability reached out

The beast yelped, snapping its jaws at the attacking birds as they clawed and pecked, overwhelming it completely. The wolf had

carrying her through the forest without breaking a sweat. Minutes later, they arrived at their

"We’re here," he announced.

to his back, squinted into