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

gleamed with mischief, and in a blink, one of them snatched the hair. Only for the second

other, trading the hair like it was a prized relic in a game of sky-tag. Ivy didn’t understand a word they

they did

the dramatic

the earth, and from the ground rose

in absolute delight, threw her arms around the nut like it was a long-lost lover, and chirped madly to her companions. They squeaked back, circled the prize, and in a flash of glittering wings,

hands and stood. "It’s

trying to wrap her head around everything

them from our realm to help," Lila said casually, as if she hadn’t just pulled mischievous spirits from thin air. "When it comes to hexes, those creatures are

ask, "What exactly is going to happen to

a chill down Ivy’s

........

I hope that’s not true. If it is, you’re

into laughter. The fact that even the puppet master had taken the bait meant the act

that the West Alpha would likely deal with him if they crossed

grass, playing games, or gossiping in circles. And

nerd just to know if she was good down there as she was smart up there. But strangely enough, no other woman interested him any longer. He was hooked on Violet Purple.

memory made him shift where he stood. His gaze

push a little further. Roman was confident he

his wicked thoughts, he didn’t see the ball flying at

behind the throw. "Sorry, Alpha," his Beta, Abel, added with a mischievous grin. "D’you mind tossing it

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

jolt of agony made his grip falter, and the ball dropped