Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 174: Another Chase

Unlike the first time Roman had carried her, Violet was tense now and it wasn’t just because they were about to descend from the tree house.

After their heated exchange, Violet no longer trusted him. He was not who she had thought he was. Roman Draven was nothing but a fox who seem to be enjoying this power play far too much.

But before she could overthink it, Roman moved, except he didn’t take the way down as she expected. No, the fucking bastard leaped from the tree house.

The scream lodged in Violet’s throat as they plummeted toward the ground, her heart lurching violently while her arms tightened around him instinctively.

He was going to get them killed!

That was all Violet could think as the air rushed past her ears, and for a split second, panic overtook her senses.

But in a blink of an eye, it was over. Roman landed with ease as if he had merely stepped off a curb rather than free-falling from a height that would have broken some bones in her body.

The Alpha was unshaken unlike Violet, she felt like she had just lived through an out-of-body experience.

She inhaled sharply, realizing only then that she had been holding her breath. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she turned her head to look at Roman, expecting some indication that the jump had at least rattled him.

But no, there was only a self-satisfied gleam in his glowing green eyes.

Cocky bastard.

a dangerous height, he stood perfectly upright, not even winded in the slightest.

creatures were

her grip still locked around his neck before

sweetheart. I know you just want a feel of this

regaining her footing. Perhaps in the past, his teasing would have cracked her up, but now,

saying, "That was fun,

him with a glare, her voice flat. "Drop me like that again, and I’ll make sure

his voice thick with mock terror. "That was violent,

lost on her. Violet’s expression

humor bleeding from his tone. "Fine. Let’s get this over with." His voice took on a business-like

fastest way to get there, and and the best way to fight. And fight,

the Hunt was still on. Her moment of rest

soft grunt, his body contorting in ways that was considered unnatural. His bones snapped and shifted beneath his skin, the grotesque transformation sending a shudder

she knew werewolves were built for this, it was still impossible to ignore how brutal the process looked. She winced as his fingers lengthened into claws before curling into massive paws, his frame stretching, muscle expanding, until the human known

and menacing, his fur a rare green. His

sheer beast of it all, Violet felt no fear because no aggression rolled off him in

a jerk of his snout. The invitation was clear.

back. She expected it to be awkward, uncomfortable even, but his