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.

sinking his d*ck into a woman’s soft, warm heat, gripping her ass while she

Yeah, nope.

his body temperature had him immediately dropping the thought, reaching instead for another can of beer from the

meant no liver failure, no blackouts, and certainly

put that theory to the test. At least a dozen lay discarded, with another half-dozen still

wasn’t just the

of dirty dishes

And now?

in the world of salted caramel and chocolate, while Griffin nursed his beer,

it had all started when the damn rain just wouldn’t let up, and Griffin finally had enough of Thunderboy turning

wouldn’t do. He tracked Alaric down to the hills in the middle of a raging storm and launched a high-risk rescue

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

now here they were, holed up in his room, binge-eating, watching movies, and pretending like they wouldn’t talk about

him as a human pillow. Their closeness had been a hot topic for a while with plenty of people rumoring they were gay. But he

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

that it

never cared about biological ties. They never

always said: "They’re

Griffin had no idea which one was his biological father,

the day he died. It didn’t matter. Because they both loved him equally. And