Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 459: Party Night

Violet purple was ready to party.

Right now, she stood in front of the mirror staring at the reflection.

The dress she wore was sinfully short. A black, body-hugging thing that clung to her like it had been stitched onto her skin. The neckline dipped so low Violet had no doubt she would have all the boy’s attention till the night was over.

Tonight wasn’t for soft tones or sweet girl energy. Tonight was for setting fire. So she painted her lips in a dangerous, blood-red hue, the kind of red that said kiss me and bleed.

Her eyeliner was bold, with the eyeshadow smudged to smoky perfection. Her hair was then curled, the ends a vibrant violet that shimmered under the light and she ran her fingers through the waves and let them fall however they pleased.

Violet then grabbed her leather jacket from the bed — cropped and snug with silver buckles that jingled when she moved — and threw it over her shoulders. It was just to ward off the chill that would settle in the garden outside, and not because she needed it. Her blood was already running hot.

Violet had an agenda for tonight and there was no backing down. With one last glance at the mirror, she smiled. Let the party begin.

She left.

Violet stepped out into the garden and paused.

Well, damn. Her men can’t stop surprising her.

The entire garden had been transformed into a party space that screamed elite rebellion. Strings of soft golden lights crisscrossed overhead, tangling through the trees. The scent of night blooms lingered in the air blending with the low thrum of music vibrating through hidden outdoor speakers.

on, while scattered around the space were circular fire pits, each ringed with couches and velvet cushions that looked sinfully soft. This was all shades of casual opulence, and if Violet wasn’t careful, she might just melt into one of those and disappear for the rest of

there were

there was a large Twister mat that would definitely contain all four of the alphas if they decided to play together. Well, they would.

the side with bottles of drinks on it. There

end of the garden was a raised wooden platform wrapped in silver streamers and hanging vines serving as a makeshift dance floor. The lights there pulsed to the beat of the music thrumming low from the trees. Roman had

the stone path and into the

echoed from somewhere off to the side, followed by Alaric’s familiar voice cursing loudly. Something about

had a

stepped fully into the party yet when Roman saw her

under the garden lights and the next, he was stock-still, his gaze locked on her like she’d just walked out of

stairs leading

him,

a low voice, the corner of his mouth lifting like he

punished for it," Violet answered

was all it

her in, and she met him halfway, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that was all tongue, and heat. Roman kissed her like he meant to consume her, his hands exploring the curve of her back and her waist,

still kissing

Alaric drawled from below, his voice full of mocking judgment. "Can’t hold

up and stopped talking at

Griffin whistled.