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.

any request that put

Pah!

He didn’t even try to

with uncontained fury.

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

own good!" he yelled at her. He deserved all

hammering in her chest. She searched his face, trying to understand him. But there were too many thoughts running through

like for your own selfish reasons," she

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

her. He just held her. His grip was firm but not

Purple," he hissed, "without knowing anything, come out of nowhere and try to break up a relationship already decreed by the Alpha King.

struggled, but Roman pulled her closer, until their bodies were nearly flush, their breaths intertwining. The heat between them was suffocating,

that the case? Or is there something more

"Of course. A man-whore would always think

blow to his pride. He usually bore that title proudly, but from her

did I lie?" she taunted

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

Violet didn’t even blink.

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 an entire litter

her mouth would get her into trouble one day. But tonight? Violet was too angry to care. Moreover, he was the one who had woken her from bed to insult her, she’d

that!" Roman snarled, grabbing a fistful of Violet’s hair and yanking back just enough to make her

Violet refused to show weakness. Instead, she seized the chance to pull out her knife with her free hand. But Roman was faster. He caught her wrist and wrenched the blade from her grip, tossing