Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 218: Devil’s Advocate

Oh, shit.

That was the first thought that came to Violet’s mind as she slowly came down from the fifth heaven.

Her body still tingled from the lingering orgasm, but her mind was already snapping back into place. She forced herself to stand, ignoring the weakness in her legs. There was no need to panic. The deed was done, and now it was up to her to salvage the situation.

"Thank you for your services," Violet said stiffly, straightening her clothes as though Roman were some male escort being graciously compensated.

Roman stilled. Then a growl rumbled in his chest. Was she seriously pulling this act on him?

Violet arched a daring brow. "It was a good one, wasn’t it?"

But he bristled.

For a second, Violet thought he might snap, his eyes burning dangerously close to fury. But instead of exploding, Roman let out a dark chuckle, the sound slithering down her spine like silk.

Roman rose to his feet slowly and Violet stepped back instinctively, only to feel the rough bark of the tree pressing into her back. Rather than backing away, he pressed closer, his body heat wrapping around her like a trap.

He captured her face between his hands, stroking her cheeks in a slow, sensual gesture. "If it was that good, then you should forget Alaric and Asher..."

His voice dropped, his lips grazing her cheek as he added, "Griffin too. I’ve seen the way that one’s been staring at you lately."

Violet blinked. "Excuse me?"

Roman’s hands trailed down her sides, intentionally brushing the swell of her breasts, sending a heated jolt through her that she refused to show outwardly. His hands settled on her waist and he jerked her forward.

Violet gasped, fully aware of the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against her stomach.

Roman smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"I would fuck you to your heart’s delight every day..." he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and tempting.

His lips trailed along her jaw, down to her throat. Soft, slow, maddening kisses.

Violet’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back before she could stop herself, giving him more access.

"Satisfy your body’s every cravings..." He paused, his lips hovering right over her pulse.

eyes. His

others alone." He let the words sink in before adding, "I’ll give you

Violet

touch light

"What a great martyr you are, sacrificing yourself for the good of your Cardinal brothers..." Then her eyes hardened, and she shoved him back. "Except I don’t believe a word

had already proven he’d do whatever it took to reach the throne,

stepped away, struggling to regain composure. She had to be careful with this one. The bastard was a master at seduction,

stubborn as she was, Violet knew when to retreat from a losing battle, and right now, if she stayed any longer, she

action on Friday, but all you’ve fed

throwing over her shoulder, "So if that’s all for tonight,

just to twist the knife, she added, "Thanks for the release. I

it two steps before he was right in front of her with astonishing speed, blocking her path

one thing stopping Elsie

evenly. "No, you’re not. That would be Asher. Perhaps, I should be thanking him if I knew where he

Roman’s face hardened.

reckless streak, he’s already flirting with too much trouble. Don’t give him more

held his gaze, challenging him. "Then start

sure you’ve met Micah, son of the former

story and she still felt bad for Micah

obsessed with having absolute power

throat tightened even though she already

pregnant wife, then killed him for his audacity. However,

was granted to his son. It transformed Micah in the womb, turned him into something we don’t understand. However, such power comes at

was reported that Elijah supposedly had some strange encounter in his dream. He had seen everything play out between his brother and the demon. And the demon before leaving

"The family got their all-powerful heir, but it would only be Micah. No other

Elijah bitter and angry. He has gone everywhere for a solution all to no avail. Spilled his seed everywhere with the hopes of raising bastards, but nothing. The

are creatures of mischief, even if half breed or a created one, whatever he was. It would be an abomination for a demon to lead werewolves. In one word, the throne was left empty, no successors. Until our parents made one for

gaze darkened, locking onto hers. "I’m sure by now, you know none of our powers were gifted." His voice carried a bitterness that sent chills down her spine. "Our parents forced the hands of the goddess to give

the first time, Roman

everyone agrees with that.

Fuck.

the moment the words escaped, but

as if

Then, just as quickly, Roman smothered the surprise, masking

the long story short," Roman continued, his tone sliding