Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 287: The Cursed Prince

Alaric Storm was having a bad day.

It had started the moment he woke up only to discover that Violet was missing from his side. She had left him for Asher. Then, to make matters worse, he nearly brought down their dilapidated rogue shack with a series of weird, borderline tragic incidents.

Alaric had blamed it on poor infrastructure, nothing more. He didn’t think too much of it and left, brushing the whole thing off.

But the moment he trudged through his front door, his mood already sour from the morning’s misadventures, that was when he realized the worst of the worst had only been lying in wait.

Alaric Storm didn’t know how it happened. One moment he was storming into the bathroom, the next—WHACK. He stubbed his toe hard on the threshold, the sharp, jarring pain shooting up his leg. He winced and clutched at the wall with a snarl.

What the fuck was all this bad luck today?!

Already annoyed, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and dragged himself into the bathroom to clean up. After all, he couldn’t forget the looks his pack members gave him when he returned to the North House covered in dust, bruises, and pure misery. Yeah. He caught their expressions.

He would’ve given himself the same look.

Standing naked in the bathroom, Alaric Storm reached for the tap and twisted it, expecting hot, satisfying water to come cascading down his god-like body.

But there was nothing. Not a single drop of water.

Alaric blinked, twisting it harder, but there was still nothing. God damn it! Had they used up the water and left nothing for him? It wasn’t impossible.

Annoyed, he stepped out, grabbing the nearest towel and slinging it across his hips. He’d just order someone to get the damn tanks refilled. Simple.

Except, as he strode into his room, he caught the sound of running water. And his sharp hearing didn’t lie.

Alaric spun around and marched straight back into the bathroom, except the sound stopped just seconds before he got there.

but the floor was wet. Like soaking wet,

heck? Was this a

no such thing as a curse.

overnight? his inner voice chided. But Alaric squashed it with sheer will. He would not be made to believe

just like

heart thudding, only to meet the

His jaw ticked.

he asked, just in case someone was secretly playing a prank on him. But there was only dead

scanned the

as his powers reacted to his mood, but Alaric clamped it down before sparks flew. He wasn’t in control, and near a water source? He’d end up

the invisible menace messing with

didn’t leave completely. He hid just behind the bathroom wall, counting the seconds

seconds. Fifteen. Then swooped in. But nothing happened. There was no sound of water running, and

at that moment he was officially being fucked

patiently. Repeating the same move. Once. Twice. Four goddamn times. And each time, nothing

hand down his face. Fuck. He

But barely had he stepped out

me?! Who the fuck do you think you’re

the damn showerhead

misfortune, it seemed, was

the water on the floor, and the moment his foot hit the slick tile, he slipped. And it was the full-on, legs-in-the-air, towel-abandoning, back-breaking

just when one would think it was over, it wasn’t. Because the moment his bare back kissed the floor with the breath knocked out of him and the shower came alive. Full blast,

Alaric howled, sputtering, gurgling, slipping again as he tried to

by what he could only describe as sheer dumb luck, it was safe