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.

Like soaking wet, as if someone had just bathed in

heck? Was this

Alaric shut the thought up before it could breathe. There was no such thing as a curse.

sheer will. He would not be made to believe he was cursed today or

and went back to his room. But just like the first time, there was the sound of water

came back faster this time, his heart thudding,

His jaw ticked.

someone was secretly playing a prank on him. But

scanned the room.

his mood, but Alaric clamped it down before sparks flew. He wasn’t in control, and near a water

speaking to the invisible menace messing with him, "You want games?

He hid just behind the

Then swooped in. But nothing happened. There was no sound of water running, and the ground was as

knew at that moment he was officially

patiently. Repeating the same move. Once. Twice. Four goddamn

dragged his hand down his face.

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

kidding me?! Who the

to rip the damn showerhead off the wall and fling it

it seemed, was ready

floor, and the moment his foot hit the slick tile, he slipped. And it was the

the breath knocked out of him and the shower came alive. Full blast, icy

slipping again as he tried to crawl away like a

possessed shower by what he could only describe as sheer dumb luck, it was safe to say he was officially on the