Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 428: A Mate Who Doesn’t Mind

Violet found herself sandwiched between two warm bodies. At first, she ignored it, content to bask in the strange comfort radiating from both sides. But then, the familiar scent of pineapple and whipped cream wafted into her nostrils, jolting her awake.

Roman.

Violet’s heart raced at the sight of him. How had he gotten here? Oh right, that was a silly question to ask considering he had a talent for sneaking into her bed. She just never expected him to show up after their fight.

A wave of inexplicable joy washed over her. Roman wasn’t as far gone as she had feared.

Initially, she considered reaching out to touch his handsome face, but a mischievous idea took hold instead. Carefully, she slipped out of bed. Griffin stirred as soon as she moved, but he didn’t wake, and Violet let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Climbing back onto the bed, she gently took Griffin’s hand and placed it around Roman’s waist, then waited. No one stirred.

Good.

With a playful grin, she took Roman’s hand and draped it over Griffin’s waist as well. He remained blissfully asleep.

Violet tiptoed to the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and positioned herself for the perfect shot. She stifled a giggle, delighted by how cute they looked together.

Next, she adjusted the camera to include herself in the frame. Perfect. She couldn’t wait to show this to Asher when he woke.

Satisfied, Violet slipped away to the bathroom, giggling like a mischievous imp, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the confusion set in.

her prediction, it wasn’t

his mate’s body, and to his delight, he discovered she was

squeezing her ass with delight. Yes, that felt

best sleeps he’d had in ages when a rough hand groped his ass. What the

open at the same

moment, silence enveloped the room as they stared at each other, their minds racing to comprehend the

screamed in unison, scrambling

the fuck!" Roman cursed, feeling utterly

asking what you’re doing in my room!" Griffin shot back, a

off, glancing around

running a hand through his hair. Roman couldn’t recall how he ended up here at all. What was

announced, stepping

their gazes sweeping over her appearance. Her hair was wet and sexily tousled, inviting them to run their fingers through it. The white bathrobe she wore clung to her curves, teasingly concealing the beauty

her, Violet let the bathrobe slip from

a strangled groan in unison.

Griffin, who wore only boxer briefs, Roman was completely bare, his hardened

didn’t laugh at him, instead, she locked her smoldering gaze onto him and began to

led him here, but now he was back to his senses. Yet, he stood there like an

his tan skin, sending shivers down his spine. She lowered her head and kissed his nipple, then the other,

there, watching with an intense heat in his gaze. What was

face to meet his. It was a