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 harm’s way!" she

Pah!

He didn’t even

uncontained fury. "Where is your

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

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

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

selfish reasons," she said,

arm, tugging her so close she nearly

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

didn’t hit her. He just held her. His grip was firm but not painful, his body rigid against hers as he sneered down at

anything, come out of nowhere and try to break up a relationship already

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

"Isn’t that the

"Of course. A

words having landed a blow to his pride. He usually bore that title proudly, but from her lips, it oddly pissed

lie?"

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

Violet didn’t even blink.

laughing coldly, her eyes shining with mockery. "The man-whore and the bitch. Both of you would make such an excellent couple. I

Violet was too angry to care. Moreover, he was the one who

that!" Roman snarled, grabbing a fistful of Violet’s hair

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 it