Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 265: Roman’s Punishment

Lila was crouched low in the backyard of their shack, hovering over a small bed of flowers that she had grown. A strange lilting hum escaped from the back of her throat, sounding like the chant of the ancient. One that her other partner could never understand.

Ivy was the other partner. She was standing a few feet away on watch but precisely came to offer moral support. She glanced over her shoulder for what had to be the umpteenth time, frowning.

"You’ve been making that noise forever and nothing’s happening," the girl said with her arms crossed, and the slightest edge of boredom in her tone.

Lila, who by now looked like she had completely transformed into that strange, cold, otherworldly version of herself—the same one from the night of the Running Game —turned to Ivy with a glare.

"Don’t distract me."

That tone alone was enough to shut Ivy up. She lifted her hands in surrender and kept her mouth shut, deciding to just wait it out and see whatever weird Fae spell Lila was weaving.

Not long after, Lila’s whistling changed pitch, and the petals on the flowers began to tremble. One by one, they peeled themselves from the stems, lifting into the air like delicate dancers caught in a breeze.

Ivy’s eyes widened in disbelief as the petals bunched together, forming one large blossom. And then, with a sound like a soft pop, it exploded in a flurry of pink confetti-like fragments. A trio of tiny creatures emerged from the fluttering pieces, each barely the size of a thumb.

This time around, Ivy’s jaw dropped. They were pixies! She had to be seeing things!

Each pixy had delicate wings that shimmered in a different color: one with iridescent sapphire blue, another with a fiery crimson sheen, and the last a glistening green like new spring leaves.

They had bright eyes, button noses, and plump cheeks, undeniably cute even if their high-pitched chirps filled the space with an almost hectic energy. Yet, despite their constant bickering among themselves, they somehow managed to flutter about in sync.

Lila began chattering back in a language Ivy guessed was Fae. Though Ivy couldn’t understand a word, the little pixies seemed to follow Lila’s every word. Still, the three small creatures quarreled incessantly, batting each other as if they just couldn’t agree on one opinion.

Then Lila said something and pulled out the green strand of Roman’s hair. Except

up, the pixies went wild. Their eyes gleamed with mischief, and in a blink, one of them snatched the hair. Only for the second to yank it from her. Then the third swooped down and claimed it

prized relic in a game of sky-tag. Ivy didn’t understand a word they were saying, but she could swear the next thing Lila hissed under

did stop

squeaking demandingly. From the dramatic way she thrust out her miniature arm,

the earth, and from the ground rose a massive, knotted nut,

and chirped madly to her companions. They squeaked back, circled

dusted her hands and stood.

to wrap her head around everything she had just seen.

if she hadn’t just pulled

half-impressed and half-terrified, dared to ask, "What exactly is

a wicked grin that sent a chill down Ivy’s spine. "That is what we’re about

........

that’s not

and instead of panicking, he burst into laughter. The fact that even the puppet master had taken the bait meant

bother replying. Let Asher stew in it. Besides, he made peace with the fact that the West Alpha would likely deal with him if they crossed paths in this mood of his. But until

and humans alike lounging on the grass, playing games, or gossiping in circles. And amidst the crowd, Roman’s gaze found her. The purple-haired

might have gone after the beautiful nerd just to know if

around him earlier in the restroom. The memory made him shift where he stood. His gaze dropped to her

confident he would soon have Violet Purple screaming and moaning beneath him as he fucked

didn’t see the

throw. "Sorry, Alpha," his Beta, Abel, added with a mischievous grin.

rubbed his face and gave them a dry look. "Funny," he drawled, grabbing the ball as he rose

raised the ball, a sudden jolt of agony made his grip falter, and the