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.

you wouldn’t make any request that put me in

Pah!

He didn’t even try to stop her. He

shouted, her eyes flashing with uncontained fury. "Where is your honor?!

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

at her. He deserved all her violent outburst, but he would

face, trying to understand him. But there were too

your own selfish reasons," she

her

her, so she instinctively felt for the hidden knife in the pocket of her nightshirt. The same knife she had stolen from Asher during the

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

of nowhere and try to break up a relationship already decreed by the Alpha

caught her wrist mid-air. She struggled, but Roman pulled her closer, until their

"Isn’t that the

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

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

I lie?" she

teeth ground together, his nostrils flaring. "Elsie might be awful, but I’d pick her over a

Violet didn’t even blink.

man-whore and the bitch. Both of you would make such an excellent couple. I bet with

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

fistful of Violet’s hair and yanking back just enough

Instead, she seized the chance to pull out her knife with her free hand. But Roman was faster. He caught her wrist and wrenched