Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 425: Siblings Reunion

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"I’m coming!" Micah shouted, yanking on his pants with one hand and raking the other through his hair.

Who in the hell was banging on his door at this late hour? He was sure he had no other appointments tonight besides Violet, who clearly bailed. And no way would her possessive mate, Griffin, let her sneak off to another male’s room at this time.

So, it had to be one of the desperate students looking for a late-night "fix." He sighed. As much as he enjoyed feeding on their sexual energy—and secrets—it was moments like this that made him feel like a glorified whore.

Which was why he nearly choked on his own breath when he opened the door and found—

"Violet?" His brow shot up to his hairline. "Well, this is... surprising." He leaned against the frame lazily, a half-smile appearing on his lips. "Sorry darling, but this isn’t really the time for a—"

He didn’t get to finish because Violet launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

For a solid minute, Micah stood frozen, stunned, his brain scrambling. She hugged him tighter and from the desperation in her grip, he didn’t need to be an empath to sense the mess of emotions rolling off her.

Micah was tempted to return the hug, but instinct warned him to keep his hands to himself. Something was off. Way off.

Then she pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes brimming with emotion so raw and strange, it left him speechless. Before he could say a word, she raised her hand and began tracing his cheekbones, his jawline, his brow, as if memorizing every inch of his face.

Micah blinked. "Okay...?"

He stepped back slightly, trying to ease her off him. "I think this is the part where I shut the curtains and we both pretend this never happened. See you tomorrow, sunshine."

This was starting to cross into dangerous territory. He didn’t know what was wrong with Violet, but he was not about to get roasted alive by the werewolf community for messing with someone’s fated mate. Not even for a girl like her. And gods, was she tempting. Her emotions were ripe, and bleeding all over the place. It was perfect for feeding, but then it was too risky.

What people didn’t know about Incubi was that sexual energy was only half the meal they took. Memories were also stolen in the heat of passion. That was how he built his moniker as the great oracle with access to unimaginable information.

It had been risky "nudging" Violet towards Elsie’s secret. But Elsie had needed to be taken down a notch, and when the opportunity came knocking, he simply opened the door.

But Violet was smart and ended up figuring out his identity. It wasn’t surprising though. No one else could have known about Elsie’s secret, not when the girl had guided it well. But then, little Grace did come to blow off some steam once in a while and he did "help".

Although, Micah’s motives for helping Violet hadn’t been pure. No, it was far from it. He wanted Violet’s trust, and thought to buy it that way. He had never encountered someone whose heritage was hidden; it was nearly a clean slate. It was not normal. There was nothing normal about Violet. Not her hair. Not the fact no one seem to know a thing about her.

But none of that explained what the hell she was doing here now.

know, don’t you?"

Micah tensed. "Know what?"

she said,

Two things happened instantly.

sharpening into cold steel,

the wall and his hand was around

his voice laced with fury.

wrist.

roar thundered down the

mate was

with his jaw with a sickening thud, sending him flying backwards

worry etched into every corner of his face as

Violet coughed, rubbing her neck where Micah’s grip had just been. Her voice was hoarse,

dangerous glint. His entire

eyes had gone entirely black now, like pits of ink. Half-succubus or not, he still carried werewolf blood, and the Alpha in

tearing into each other when Violet shouted. "Stop

seem to want to back

right now!" she yelled again, stepping in between them with a

heavily, his fists clenched at

the hell are you?" he spat, voice rough with suspicion. "Did you approach me on purpose? Did

Then something clicked in her head, and she blurted, "I’m your sister!" She lowered

Micah froze.

in his eyes dimmed. "Shit,"

"Because I’m not seeing the resemblance at

to him at the same time, and

"Maybe I

and turned his attention to

unmistakably a warning. His body shifted slightly in front of Violet, protective, and stiff. The message was clear:

bit down on the corner of her

Micah continued, eyes narrowing in curiosity, "then there must be something special about you. Angus doesn’t breed mediocrity. He’s obsessed with creating the perfect heir. The kind that would usher our

which

thickened in the air