Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 446: Alphas’ Exhibit - 1

Roman and Alaric swaggered out of the fitting room to the sharp glares waiting for them—Griffin Hale’s, in particular.

"You do know..." Griffin began, his voice gruff and his breathing heavier than usual, "I can feel everything when you mess with that mating rune."

Roman raised a brow, clearly intrigued. "Interesting," he murmured, a wicked thought already forming at the back of his mind.

Still, he gave an easy shrug. "I had the main course, that’s on him." He tossed the blame without shame, gesturing casually to Alaric.

Alaric didn’t even deny it. "I’m not even sorry. Our girlfriend had a good time." He looked far too pleased with himself.

As if summoned, Violet appeared, and just like that, four pairs of eyes locked onto her at once, drawn like moths to flame.

Violet paused, slightly taken aback by the intensity of their stares, then she squared her shoulders and walked forward confidently.

Still, just to be sure, Violet asked, "Do we have a problem?"

Griffin, ironically the first to complain earlier, was also the first to reply, "Never." Right now, Violet was glowing, her skin kissed with a flush that made her look so sweet he could practically eat her. He swore she’d taste like strawberry rose tartlets drizzled with white chocolate. Yummy.

"No," Roman and Alaric answered almost in sync.

Asher, of course, didn’t bother joining in the chorus. He just said, "You look good."

Thanks to the little moment back there, Violet had ended up changing into a pair of black jeans Asher had chosen, a designer shirt from Griffin, the wristband picked by Roman, and the shoes from Alaric. In short, she was wearing pieces of all of them, quite literally.

Violet trusted their relationship, but she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t difficult for doubt or misunderstanding to creep in. She was dating four different men, all with their own baggage. No way she was going to leave room for unnecessary drama.

"Thank you," she said brightly, before clapping her hands and grinning. "But flattery isn’t going to save you from what’s coming next."

Asher groaned, and Violet smiled at his reaction. Honestly, it was kind of cute.

going first?" she

was already standing in front of her like a kid called

his enthusiasm. "Let’s start with

dragged him forward as he practically skipped beside

Violet emerged from the fitting area

from behind her with a pose, one hand on his hip and the

who was sipping a milkshake—where in the world was he even getting all the food from?—spat

what the fuck." Alaric burst into laughter, clutching

best not to show it, couldn’t hold it in anymore. He covered his

the mastermind of the whole

unbuttoned halfway down his chest to reveal smooth, sun-kissed skin. The sleeves were snug and cuffed at

with white, tight, high-waisted pants that shimmered faintly with a metallic sheen. They hugged every

feet were black platform boots with a silver star embossed on the side. The finishing touch was a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, hiding his eyes, but not the cocky

twirled. "Yeah, I know. I look like

a

launched into a dramatic hip swivel, rolling his shoulders and snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. He threw in a cheeky body roll, then

the only one who clapped at the performance.

them, "is a disease. Get well

reached for Violet’s hand and twirled her right into

the best." Ruman

could barely breathe, played along . "Okay, okay," she gasped between giggles,

sweeping her into a final dip. "Obviously. I was born to

eyes. "Born to blind,

raised his milkshake. "To our peacock

him. "I can’t wait for when

he couldn’t post it yet. But one day,