Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 171: Human Heat Source

Violet didn’t get the chance to ask her question because Roman was already ascending the wooden stairs with minimal effort as if he was carrying mere air and not a grown human like her.

Instinctively, she tightened her grip around his shoulders, pressing herself closer as the steps beneath them groaned and creaked ominously. A scream hovered at the tip of Violet’s tongue when one particularly fragile plank let out a cracking sound, her heart seizing at the thought of them crashing down. And breaking her pretty neck.

Violet wanted to tell Roman to stop, that the flimsy rope supports wouldn’t hold both of their weights, but before she could utter a word, they already reached the top. What the.... Violet was rendered speechless. Fucking werewolves!

The platform they stood on was stable, but the entrance to the tree house was not a door, but an open archway framed by roughly cut wooden beams, weathered with age and exposure.

A single curtain hung in place, swaying slightly in the wind, its fabric thin and frayed at the edges, giving the entrance a rustic, almost dreamlike feel.

Violet gulped, her fingers still curled around Roman. The place had an air of secrecy, as if belonging to something—or someone—wild and untamed. And now, she was stepping into it.

Roman didn’t drop Violet until they were inside the treehouse, and the moment her feet touched the wooden floor, she seized the opportunity to ask the question that had been burning in her mind.

"Who else is here with us?"

Roman faced her, his expression shadowed with confusion. "Who else is here?"

Although she couldn’t see him in the dark, she could feel the warmth radiating from his body like a beacon. Frustration welled in her chest, and she pushed against his shoulder to make her point.

"Don’t play cheeky with me! Is that why you brought me here?"

Roman let out an exasperated sigh. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"Oh really?" Violet shot back. " ’We wouldn’t want you to fall.’ That’s what you said on our way up here."

"So tell me, who else is here?!" she demanded.

and Violet’s stomach twisted with dread. It didn’t help matters that the silence stretched,

to reel. If she needed to escape, how would she do it? Climbing down in

creeping up her spine when suddenly, Roman suddenly burst into laughter. A deep, unrestrained

funny, Mr. Draven?" she

much," he said between chuckles. "Aside from the fact that you completely missed

Violet’s glare intensified.

more inclusive, and now you’re convinced I’m plotting something." He intentionally took

she refused to back down. However, Roman wasn’t done. He leaned in, his lips hovering near her

me... what were you expecting? Or rather.... " his voice dipped, low and teasing. "Who were you hoping for? Alaric?

her pulse hammered wildly at the

flustered. "Get

you’d be the lost one if I left. Now come

incredibly warm that she nearly leaned into him, craving to

sister.What in the name of things-that-shouldn’t-happen was she

shivered, and

misread it. "Still cold?" he mused. "Don’t

brain screeched to a

repeated, her throat suddenly dry. "Isn’t there... like... an extra shirt

better. A werewolf’s temperature runs double—sometimes triple—what humans’ do." He cocked

face heated against her will, and the fact that he could see it in the dark only made it worse. She hated feeling vulnerable, especially

gaze, stubborn. "You will keep your hands

a laugh, shaking his head. "Honey, your kind are the ones always throwing themselves at me, not the

"Your cockiness is

get this over with. We don’t have

a shiver through her, but Roman’s presence

"Wait here," he instructed.