Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 216: The Truth About Friday —2

Roman’s expression brightened the moment he spotted Violet approaching, watching her every step like a predator assessing its prey.

"I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show," he teased.

Violet, however, wasn’t smiling. Without hesitation, she tossed a shirt at his face. "Put that on."

Roman caught it with one hand, his brow arching in question. He lifted the fabric to his nose, sniffing. "Whose shirt is this?"

He could not catch a scent. If anything, it smelled old.

"Doesn’t matter," Violet said icily. "Just wear it, or we’re not having this conversation."

Roman played idly with the fabric."Why?" His voice dipped into something teasing as he let his eyes slowly rake over her, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. "You don’t like what you see?" He gestured toward his bare torso.

Refusing to lower her gaze, Violet kept her expression steeled. "Put. It. On."

Roman sighed dramatically, pouting in a mean moue. "So violent," Then, to her shock, he added in a whisper, "I like it."

Violet’s brows furrowed. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

Thanks to the half moon overhead, its light was just enough for Violet to watch Roman slip the shirt over his head, his muscles flexing as he pulled the fabric down. It fit snugly over his frame, covering enough of his man bits. Thank the gods.

When he was done, he spread his arms wide. "Well? How do I look?

Violet’s response was a sudden heavy slap across his cheek. The playful light in Roman’s eyes vanished instantly.

request that put me in harm’s way!" she

Pah!

other cheek. Roman took it without flinching. He didn’t even try to stop her. He just stood there, taking it; only grimacing

with uncontained fury. "Where is your honor?!

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

good!" he yelled at her. He deserved all her violent outburst, but he

his face, trying to understand him. But there were too many thoughts running through her mind, too many emotions warring inside her to get a good

own selfish reasons," she said,

warning, he seized her arm, tugging her so close she nearly collided with his chest. Violet’s breath

instinctively felt for the hidden knife in the pocket of her nightshirt. The same knife she had stolen from Asher during the Running Game. She wasn’t foolish enough to meet Roman without some form of

hit her. He just held her. His grip was firm but not painful, his body rigid

hissed, "without knowing anything, come out of nowhere and try to break up a relationship already

again, but this time, he caught her wrist mid-air. She struggled, but Roman pulled her closer, until their bodies were nearly flush, their breaths intertwining. The heat

challenge. "Isn’t that the case? Or is there something more special

a harsh laugh. "Of course. A man-whore would always think the

bore that title proudly,

did I lie?" she taunted

together, his nostrils flaring. "Elsie might be awful, but

Violet didn’t even blink.

eyes shining with mockery. "The man-whore and the bitch. Both of you would make such an excellent couple. I bet with your prowess, she’d breed you

into trouble one day. But tonight? Violet was too angry to care. Moreover, he was the one who had woken her from bed to

fistful of Violet’s hair and yanking

to pull out her knife with her free hand. But Roman was faster. He caught her wrist and