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.

photo," Roman chirped, phone

wear it at home," Asher added.

even hear this expensive piece of

wolfishly, taking more

one."

was really pumped up

going to regret this

Asher murmured, still watching

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

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,

proudly, as if he

He narrowed his eyes at Asher. "How’d you make her look like someone’s dream and someone’s threat

using your brain and not thinking about sex

mimed shooting him with finger guns. Violet ignored

"Griffin?"

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

"Alaric?"

look perfect, my darling." He blew her a

she said, admiring the

Roman yelled on

It was Griffin’s turn.

she was wearing ripped black jeans, a fitted

"There she is. No one’s messin’

Violet said, stomping the floor

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

a Violet who punches problems in the

she warned, mock punching the

clapped,

three alphas were

"What?"

do know you’re a

and went back to his seat. Although he seemed

a flowy white sundress. It was so simple, so sweet

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

asked

a mirage. A sin

clutched his chest.

good you look in everything. You should be arrested, Violet." Asher made