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.

wet. Like

the heck? Was this a joke?... Or

no such thing as

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

But just like the first

time, his heart thudding, only to meet the same

His jaw ticked.

just in case someone was secretly playing a prank on

the

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

he growled, speaking to the invisible menace messing with

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

But nothing happened. There was no sound of water running, and

Storm knew at that moment he was officially being

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

a frustrated breath and dragged his hand down his face. Fuck.

to 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 the bathroom like mocking

you fucking kidding me?! Who

the damn showerhead off the wall and

misfortune, it seemed,

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

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, icy water poured down on him with all the

gurgling, slipping again as he tried to

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