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.

into a woman’s soft, warm heat, gripping her

Yeah, nope.

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

blackouts, and certainly no

floor, they’d put that theory to the test. At least a dozen lay discarded, with another

wasn’t just the beer

of 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?

world of salted caramel and chocolate, while Griffin nursed his beer, wondering how the hell he ended

started when the damn rain just wouldn’t let up, and Griffin finally had

Alaric down to the hills in the middle of a raging storm

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

now here they were, holed up in his room, binge-eating, watching movies, and

didn’t bat an eye 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 people rumoring they

brother he never had... at least, until recently. His mother had finally given birth to another son —a two-year-old

that it

ties. They never personalized the children,

said: "They’re all

one was his biological father, especially since Aeron

test done, not until the day he died. It didn’t matter. Because they both loved him equally. And