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.

promised you wouldn’t make any request that put me in harm’s way!"

Pah!

flinching. He didn’t even try to stop her. He just stood

her eyes flashing with uncontained fury. "Where is your honor?! What is the worth of

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

deserved

searched his face, trying to understand him. But there were too many thoughts running through

for your own selfish reasons," she

seized her arm, tugging her so close she nearly collided with his chest.

of her nightshirt. The same knife

He just held her. His grip was firm but not

break up a relationship already decreed by the Alpha King. With your sweet little cunt, you seduce my

but Roman pulled her closer, until their

the case? Or is there something more special

A

blow to his pride. He usually bore that title proudly, but from her lips, it oddly pissed him off. Yet even as he stood there fuming,

did I lie?" she taunted

his nostrils flaring. "Elsie might be awful, but I’d pick her over a whore like you any

Violet didn’t even blink.

make such an excellent

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

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

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,