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.

take a photo,"

it at home," Asher

of clothing

grinned wolfishly, taking

one." Alaric

obviously was really pumped up for

to regret this vacation,

late," Asher murmured, still watching her like a

she said, trying to breathe normally. "Let’s see who else tried to make

in the dressing room, Violet peeled off Roman’s death-trap of a romper and slipped into Asher’s pick which was a soft lavender two-piece that consisted of a cropped wrap top and a silky high-slit skirt. And okay,

stepped out again,

you are, shutting up every room without trying. " Asher said proudly, as if he knew from the onset how good

make her look like someone’s dream and

brain and not thinking about

him with finger guns. Violet

"Griffin?"

full of the chocolate-covered nuts he’d found in the store’s snack corner,

"Alaric?"

darling." He blew

she said, admiring the look.

Roman yelled on

It was Griffin’s turn.

was wearing ripped black jeans, a fitted leather jacket, and combat boots. The effect

Griffin beamed. "There she is. No one’s

Violet said,

Alaric added. "Hate that you’re about to take

Violet who punches problems

warned, mock punching

one!" Roman clapped, dragging her

all three

"What?"

do know you’re a problematic fellow?" Griffin

he seemed carefree, deep down, Roman was anxious. Didn’t Violet

white sundress. It was

he smiled so widely it must have hurt. "No one suspects the devil in white," he

asked

a mirage. A sin

his chest.

You should be