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."

"This hair thing, it’s hereditary, right? I mean, I wouldn’t mind having kids running around with a thick mane like

a mock gasp. "Violet Purple, you’re thinking about children already when we

her speak. "...As long as there’s enough resources to raise them. I wouldn’t want my child going through the same suffering I experienced in District One. Most especially, they

a beat of silence until Griffin turned around fully, hands braced on either

have their mummy and their

up. She nodded, "Yes, their mummy and their daddies." She leaned in to

lingered as he asked,

just asked the most ridiculous question. "I grew up alone. Of course I

a kiss to her neck. Violet sighed, a soft exhale of contentment escaping her lips. Warmth bloomed in her chest,

are we thinking here?" Griffin murmured against

you ten," Violet

her skin, and he slowly pulled back, blinking.

has money. We should aim

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

"Ten kids for me." He pulled her closer, holding her tightly. Then he

her lip thoughtfully. "Five children for Asher—three girls and two boys. I wouldn’t mind

Asher can handle that?" Griffin asked seriously, "Honestly, I wouldn’t even be surprised if

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, seen the boy who’d been denied a

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

it. Why did that thought

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