Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 415: The Prophecy About Her

"Griffin. Up! Up!"

Violet Purple clapped her hands near his ears, but she might as well have been trying to wake a tree. The man didn’t so much as twitch.

Not that she could blame him.

Last night had been all shades of lawless fun. They’d drunk enough to kill a small horse, and honestly, it was a miracle Violet was even standing. Then again, desperation did wonders. When your goal was to fix a broken relationship and return to your other boyfriends, you learned miracles are possible.

Griffin, however, hadn’t fared so gracefully. His pack brothers had poured drink after drink down his throat in celebration because apparently getting off the "unmated" market meant immediate alcohol poisoning. And this was the glorious aftermath.

"Griffin, please," Violet groaned, dragging her hand down her face. There was no moving him, he was heavy, and dead to the world.

Left with no other choice, Violet went for the nuclear option. She climbed over him and kissed him firmly on the lips. She felt the jolt through the bond before he stirred, though it was something below that moved first.

The next second, Griffin flipped her beneath him like a switch, pressing his body into hers as he kissed her senseless. Violet gasped, her fingers instinctively reaching for his hair, only to remember there was none. She sighed against his lips.

Griffin finally pulled back, grinning. "I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day..." He was already leaning in for another kiss when Violet pressed a finger to his lips.

"Alright, my hot lord, time to get your ass moving. We’ve got a long day ahead, remember?"

"Oh, right," Griffin groaned, rolling off her. "I feel like crap."

what you get for trying

"Noted."

bed and without warning dropped his shorts, revealing that unfairly perfect ass. Violet got an eyeful

over his shoulder with a lazy, knowing smirk.

brow, her lips twitching. "Tempting, but I’m already dressed," she gestured to her outfit which he

And with that, he

the smile she’d worn

The last confrontation with Roman hadn’t exactly gone well and she had no idea how things stood with Alaric or Asher now. How was

somewhere less blindingly obvious, maybe she could speak to the others

being mated to Griffin. No, not one bit. The bond was beautiful, but the timing?

insisted she needed a word with them, and that was how they found themselves seated in her office, awkwardly perched across from her desk

"First of all, I would like to render an apology not just to you, but to your mother, for my earlier behavior. I know I shouldn’t be saying this to you, but since

Her mom could hold onto a grudge like it paid her rent. If

organize a traditional wedding without her approval. And you too," Irene added, turning her gaze fully on Violet, "forgive me for trying to coerce you into it. I

said with a wave,

breath, visibly relieved. Then her expression changed. "Although, there’s something else. I’ve been wondering about the right time and place to bring it up, but I

and said carefully,

in shock. That was not what she expected. She had thought this meeting would be about sex

first, I thought it was about Elsie," Irene admitted. "Why do you think I endured

Griffin cut in. "What