Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 410: East pack’s Newest Member

The cheers from the crowd had grown defeaning, almost wild with anticipation, as if the very act of Violet cutting Griffin’s hair would summon down the heavens itself.

But Violet didn’t move. For over a full minute, she just stood there motionless, and made no attempt to reach for any of the tools laid carefully on the tray before her.

The pause was long enough that people began to notice and their excitement started to wane. Their roaring cheers suddenly became confused murmurs.

The elders exchanged pointed glances, their once warm expressions replaced with tight-lipped disapproval. The Alphas from the sub-packs shifted in their seats, some leaning to whisper, with the others others shaking their heads.

One of them said to his Luna with a low chuckle, "Seems like the great Irene ended up with a whim of a daughter-in-law after all. This is going to be fun."

The murmuring grew louder now, spreading like a slow-building storm. The air turned tense as the people became impatient and discontent with what was going on. They had come for a ceremony, not whatever was going on right now.

"What are you waiting for, child? Do it already! Don’t keep your elders waiting!" the priestess urged her sharply.

Violet’s eyes flicked to hers, then turned to Griffin who said to her. "Don’t worry, Violet, it will grow back soon enough and you’ll have it all to yourself."

A single tear slipped from Violet’s eye, trailing down her cheek. His beautiful reassurance had tore straight through her chest, yet, the same words also gave her strength.

With a deep, shaky breath, Violet reached forward and picked up the scissors.

She stepped closer while the crowd held their breath in anticipation. Her fingers trembled as she ran them through Griffin’s hair one last time. Then she took a fistful of those brilliant red strands and cut.

wild celebration, howls of joy, hands clapping, and drums

were they celebrating this?

Violet couldn’t stop. She had started this and had

hair. The way Griffin leaned into her touch. The times she shampooed and braided it. The way she tugged

doing that

down. But the tears came harder to the point her vision blurred completely and she knew, without a doubt, she was going to ruin Griffin’s haircut. She was going to make him look ugly and it

let me help you."

Violet didn’t argue.

her hands as she held the clipper with her. The celebration around them had dulled now, the sound of joy softening into

of the hair was always left to the mate alone. It was a sacred rite, a symbol of possession and bond. For

and so heartbreakingly human that it tugged at something in them. Violet was human

everyone was charmed

seen a mate disgruntled over such a ceremony,"

everything in one’s lifetime, don’t you think?"

her tongue. She couldn’t speak against

remained by Violet’s side the whole time, adjusting the clipper’s length when needed, and directing her. Together, slowly, gently, they worked until Griffin’s hair was cut down into a

Then Irene stepped back.

top of his head, her eyes closed. A single tear slipped from her cheek, landing softly on his scalp. Then she stepped back and Griffin rose to his