Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 211: Talk To Violet

Griffin glanced out the window, relief etched on his face. "Thank God the storm’s finally subsided," he said knowingly, throwing a look over at Alaric Storm, who was sprawled out on the couch, eyes glued to the television.

If Alaric heard him, he didn’t acknowledge it. His entire focus was on whatever movie was playing, the screen casting a faint glow across his face.

Griffin sighed, rolling his eyes before stepping forward and placing a tray on the table in front of him. "I made you your favorite snacks."

And the transformation was instant.

Alaric’s gaze snapped to the tray, his blue eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. And it was all thanks to Salted Caramel Brownie Bites.

Griffin had gone all out, baking them in mini-muffin tins to create bite-sized treats, drizzling each with rich, homemade salted caramel sauce, and finishing them off with a sprinkle of sea salt for contrast. The scent alone was intoxicating, a perfect mix of chocolate, butter, and caramelized sugar.

Alaric turned to Griffin with a look of pure adoration. "Have I told you I love you?"

Griffin, pulling off his apron and tossing it onto the table, smirked. "Sorry, I’m straight."

Alaric chuckled but wasted no time grabbing one of the brownie bites. Still warm from the oven, steam curled from the edges as he took a bite.

"Oh God," Alaric moaned, his head rolling back in bliss. "This is so much better than fucking."

Griffin shot him a dubious look. "Mmhmm."

He highly doubted that.

woman’s soft, warm heat, gripping her

Yeah, nope.

dropping the thought, reaching instead for another can of

get drunk which meant no liver failure, no blackouts, and certainly no hangovers, no matter how many cans of beer they downed. Unless of

the empty cans scattered around the floor, they’d put that theory to the test. At least a dozen lay discarded,

just the

their unapologetic binge session. The only reason there weren’t piles of dirty dishes in the mix was because Griffin had already cleared them earlier, right before

And now?

couch, blissfully lost in the world of salted caramel and chocolate, while

wouldn’t let up, and Griffin

any sane person wouldn’t do. He tracked Alaric down to the hills in the middle

process, but thank the gods he was a tough bastard. In

in his room, binge-eating, watching movies,

Alaric flopped onto him while eating, casually using him as a human pillow. Their closeness had been a hot topic for a while with plenty of

at least, until recently. His mother had finally given birth to another son —a two-year-old little shit

it changed

Arion—had never cared about biological ties. They

they always said: "They’re all

to this day, Griffin had no idea which one was his biological father, especially since Aeron and Arion were identical twins and shared the same

not until the day he died. It didn’t matter. Because they both loved