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.

floor was wet. Like soaking wet, as if

this a joke?... Or

There was no such thing as

Alaric squashed it with sheer will. He would not be made to believe he was cursed

to his room. But just like the first time, there was the sound of

this time, his heart

His jaw ticked.

just in case someone was secretly playing a prank on him. But there

scanned the

Alaric clamped it down before sparks flew. He wasn’t in control, and near a water source?

invisible menace messing with him, "You

the bathroom wall, counting the seconds like a predator waiting

There was no sound of water running, and the ground was as wet as

at that moment he was officially

he waited patiently. Repeating the same move. Once. Twice.

breath and dragged his hand down

the water crisis once and for all. But barely had he stepped out of earshot when—SSHHHHHHHHH. The sound of running water echoed through the

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the fuck

back in, ready to rip the damn showerhead off the wall and fling it across the

misfortune, it seemed, was ready

forgot 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,

his bare back kissed the floor with the breath knocked out of him and the shower came alive. Full blast, icy water poured down on him with all the gentleness of

slipping again as he tried to crawl away like a newborn deer on

Alaric finally managed to turn off the possessed shower by what he could only describe as sheer dumb luck, it was safe to say he was officially