Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 444: Princes Of Inspiration

Violet should have known better than to let four overgrown, egotistical wolves with minds of their own take her shopping.

They’d been picking out outfits for her for the past thirty minutes with half of them absurd, half scandalous, and a dangerous few that had no business existing in public. Yeah, most were Roman’s doing, or chosen by the others under his corrupting influence.

After mock-fighting over what looked best on her, they finally struck a truce: Violet would try on one outfit selected by each of them.

"How did my life get to this point?" Violet murmured, eyeing the mountain of bags now dumped across the plush velvet couch in the boutique’s private fitting suite.

The boys had even gone as far as labeling the bags with their names so she wouldn’t mistake who picked what. Her heart went out to the staff who had to endure their antics.

"Well, let’s get this over with," Violet mumbled, rifling through Roman’s bag first. Alaric had insisted his be last.

"I want it to be the grand finale," he’d declared.

Well, she had no choice but to grant his royal highness his wishes.

Violet slipped into the deep crimson romper Roman had chosen. The plunging neckline practically dipped to her navel, and had an open strappy back that made her feel like a walking scandal. The material barely reached mid-thigh and yeah, it hugged her pecky ass perfectly.

She stepped out, already regretting her life choices.

Outside, Roman let out a low whistle. "You’re my favorite shade of danger."

Griffin’s brows shot up. "Shit, baby girl. You tryna send someone into cardiac arrest?"

Alaric gave an appreciative nod. "I hate to agree with Roman, but damn. That’s a look."

Asher didn’t speak. His eyes simply swept over her slowly like he was committing her to memory.

"You good?" Violet asked him.

"I’m fine," he replied with a tight voice, his breathing shallow.

Violet tried to ignore how warm her skin felt under their gazes. She spun half-heartedly in the mirror, then glanced at them.

"Well?" she asked for their collective vote.

Asher said. "We’re buying it."

Okay... that was surprising.

"No, we’re burning it," Griffin shot back.

I take a photo," Roman chirped, phone already in

it at home,"

even hear this expensive piece of clothing at home? Violet wondered.

Roman grinned wolfishly, taking

the next one."

obviously was really pumped up for

"I’m going to regret this vacation,

murmured, still watching her like a

to breathe normally. "Let’s see who else

two-piece that consisted of a cropped wrap top and a silky high-slit skirt. And okay, not to play favorites, but

out again, her men

" Asher said proudly, as if he knew from the onset how

narrowed his eyes at Asher. "How’d you make her look

not

shooting him with finger guns.

"Griffin?"

chocolate-covered nuts he’d found in the store’s snack corner, simply gave

"Alaric?"

look perfect, my darling." He blew

admiring the look. "I

yelled on

It was Griffin’s turn.

ripped black jeans, a fitted leather jacket, and combat boots.

hell yes," Griffin beamed. "There she is. No one’s

said, stomping the floor to

jacket on you," Alaric added. "Hate that you’re about

problems in the face,"

me," she warned, mock

clapped, dragging

turned, all three alphas were

"What?"

a problematic

his seat. Although he seemed carefree, deep down, Roman was anxious. Didn’t

Violet stepped out barefoot, wearing a flowy white sundress. It was so simple, so sweet and deceptively

it must have hurt. "No

Violet asked the

"You’re like a mirage. A sin

clutched his chest.

you look in everything. You should be arrested,