Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 322: Mummy And Daddies

This. Was. A. Dream. Come. True.

Violet adored each of her men equally, but every now and then, she craved the warmth of someone with Griffin’s easygoing, cozy nature. Quiet Moments together like these felt like the perfect kind of date, especially in the middle of the chaotic whirlwind that was Parents Week.

She was currently wearing one of Griffin’s shirts, which, on her, might as well have been a dress, brushing the tops of her knees. Yep.

But Violet didn’t care, because right now, Griffin was stretched out on the bed with a deep, satisfied groan, his long, burly frame sinking into the mattress. His damp hair, still tousled from the shower, spilled in wild waves across her lap as she sat cross-legged near the headboard.

And yes, she was combing his hair. You heard that right. His hair was hers to pamper today.

Her roommates were probably searching for her by now, since she’d only told them she was stepping out to the restroom. Luckily, Violet had already scheduled a message to ping their phones, just vague enough to calm them without revealing her location. Lila had her phone anyway. Violet had deliberately left it with her so she wouldn’t suspect anything when she "went to the restroom." And it looked like Lila had swallowed the bait. Ha!

Violet smoothed her palm over Griffin’s thick mane, marveling at how soft it felt between her fingers.

"Has your mother spoken to you since yesterday’s incident?" she asked, slipping a wide-toothed comb gently through the first dense section.

"No, not yet," Griffin replied, a low, contented rumble vibrating from deep in his chest, one hand resting lazily over his stomach.

He glanced up at her. "You don’t need to worry about her. My mother’s known for her fiery temper, but she’ll calm down eventually. You’ll see." Griffin’s voice was a rough velvet, his eyes closed, and a rare look of complete peace softening his usually fierce features.

As Violet worked through a stubborn knot near the nape of his neck with delicate fingers, she shifted the conversation. "You have such fine, thick hair. It’s unfair. I’m jealous."

That earned a lazy chuckle from Griffin, his shoulders shaking lightly. "Of course you are."

I mean, I wouldn’t mind having kids running around with

you’re thinking about

kids..." Violet admitted softly, a bashful look on her face, especially as Griffin tilted his head up in that position, watching her speak. "...As long as there’s enough

Griffin turned around fully, hands braced on either side of her, facing

they’d have their mummy and their

She nodded, "Yes, their mummy and their daddies." She leaned in to seal the sweet agreement with a soft kiss on

as he asked, "Do you like a

eyes like he’d just asked the most ridiculous question. "I grew up alone. Of course I want a

Violet sighed, a soft exhale of contentment escaping her lips. Warmth bloomed in her chest, stronger than she expected. She tilted her

many kids are we thinking here?" Griffin murmured against her

could give you ten," Violet said without missing a

lips stilled on her skin, and he slowly pulled

"Their daddy has

hold it in. Laughter burst out of him, deep and uncontrollable. The gods help him

managed between chuckles. "Ten kids for me." He pulled her closer, holding her tightly. Then he asked, teasingly, "What

thoughtfully. "Five children for Asher—three girls and two boys. I wouldn’t mind seeing a bunch of little versions of him

asked seriously, "Honestly, I wouldn’t even be

why, but that comment made her chest tighten. If Asher didn’t want kids, she’d respect that, but deep down, she knew better. She’d been inside Asher’s head,

quiet conviction: Asher would be a fiercely devoted father, the kind who wouldn’t let anyone harm his children. And well, he

did that thought turn

kids," she murmured confidently. "Trust me. He’d be