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.

don’t you?" she suddenly

Micah tensed. "Know what?"

alive?" she said, her

Two things happened instantly.

sharpening into cold steel,

Violet gasped as her back slammed against the wall and his hand was around

he growled, his voice laced with fury. "Did he send you?" His

clawed at his wrist.

a roar thundered down the

Her mate

instantly just as a fist collided with his jaw with a sickening thud, sending him flying backwards into the room. He crashed into the shoe rack, knocking down the shoes in

Griffin asked, turning immediately to Violet, worry etched into every corner of his face as he helped

coughed, rubbing her neck where Micah’s

turned back to Micah with a dangerous glint. His

had gone entirely black now, like pits of ink. Half-succubus or not, he

were two seconds from tearing into each

seem to want to back

stepping in between them with a

was still breathing heavily, his fists clenched at his sides, his

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

here?" Violet blinked, confused for a second. Then something clicked in her head, and she blurted, "I’m your

Micah froze.

his eyes dimmed. "Shit," he muttered,

shit," Griffin echoed dryly. "Because I’m not seeing the resemblance

same time, and the sheer force of their glares made Griffin blink

mumbled. "Maybe I see it

Griffin completely and turned his attention to Violet instead.

slightly in front of Violet, protective, and stiff. The message was clear: he didn’t trust Micah, not even

the corner of her mouth, clearly torn. The uncertainty in her eyes

must be something special about you. Angus doesn’t breed mediocrity. He’s obsessed with creating the perfect heir. The kind that

which you already know of course. So tell me,

thickened in the air like a