Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 375: The Boys Left Behind

"What do you think Asher and Violet are up to right now?" Alaric asked no one in particular, his expression distant as he stared out the window, the cocoa mug untouched in his hand.

"Fucking, obviously," Roman replied, leaning over to stick his tongue into Alaric’s cup and lap at the drink like a dog.

"Dude, what the fuck!" Alaric recoiled, pure disgust written across his face.

"I licked it. It’s mine now." Roman showed no remorse as he snatched the mug and chugged it down. When he drained the last drop, he let out a deep, satisfied burp.

"Thanks, Momma Griffin," he greeted cheerfully just as Griffin walked in, an apron tied around his waist. "That was divine."

With Asher and Violet gone, Roman had been restless. Nothing—not even the company of his own pack—could soothe the strange ache in his chest caused by Violet’s absence. So, without thinking much of it, he found his feet dragging him to East House.

He hadn’t expected to run into Alaric in the foyer and the both of them froze mid-stride, locking eyes. Violet’s presence had been a balm over their constant feud, but now that she was gone, the scab had ripped right off.

Alaric, sensing Roman’s intent, sprinted for Griffin’s room like it was war. Roman, swearing under his breath, bolted after him. Alaric arrived first and locked the door behind him, triumphant, until Griffin, curious about the commotion, opened it moments later to a breathless Roman.

And just like that, both idiots were inside, and handed mugs of Griffin’s famous cocoa, the one that was almost, mark the word "almost" better than an orgasm.

"Really?" Griffin’s expression brightened, lingering between bashful pride and doubt. "You like it that much?"

Roman clutched his chest. "Like it? Griffin, I am obsessed. This cocoa didn’t just warm my stomach, it healed ancestral trauma. I took one sip and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, except this time it was happier."

Griffin blinked.

"I’m serious," Roman went on, deadpan. "If Violet is the sun of my universe, you’re the soothing moonlight that reminds me it’s okay to feel things. I’m in love with it, and maybe a little bit with you. Not like Violet-love," he added quickly, "but you’ve definitely claimed whatever remains of my giddy, emotionally unstable heart."

Griffin looked stunned. Then, slowly, his face split into a grin so wide it could’ve powered the East House on joy alone. He looked like a kid who’d painted his first masterpiece and had it declared a national treasure.

Alaric’s jaw dropped, stunned by the sheer audacity of Roman’s flattery skills. He groaned, burying his face in his palm. "Don’t tell me you believed that? He’s so dramatic." he said to Griffin.

Alaric?" Roman said in a theatrically scolding tone. "Is this how you support your friends? No wonder they say you don’t

he raised the empty mug in salute. "Dramatic? No. I just know when a man deserves his

then down at the plate of still-warm double-chocolate marshmallow swirl cookies

he said, "You know what? Roman,

on

a disappointed parent catching their child with bad grades. "Well," he said with a perfect raise of his brow,

into it, letting out an exaggerated

still between his teeth, he turned to Alaric and added with a devilish grin, "You heard him, big bro. Mama’s chosen. Your

like he’d just been kicked

kill you today," he declared as he lunged at the south house

throat, but Roman, ever the drama king, just threw his

that only

into Roman’s gut, knocking the air clean out of

serious!" Roman

Then chaos broke loose.

them went crashing to the floor with a loud thud, fists flying. Their fight wasn’t exactly graceful and was more like

tired mother at her

so done," he muttered, shaking his

instead, he sat away from

like deranged puppies and in the process sent a lamp flying, followed by the shattering of a decorative vase. While all

Alaric, pinning his wrists above his head with a

stronger,"

a shutter clicked and both of

Griffin casually holding up his phone, camera

said, oh-so-innocently. "You two looked so good together. I figured Violet

like the devil. "If that’s the case," he said, glancing down at Alaric with mischief burning in his eyes, "why don’t we give