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.

perfectly, and was almost too soft to walk 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

there were the

definitely contain all four of the alphas

bottles of drinks on it. There were wine, cocktails, sodas, beer and

makeshift dance floor. The lights there pulsed to the beat of the

and then stepped off the stone path and into the grass,

Something about the drink being "too damn strong," and Griffin being "the worst bartender in

at the camaraderie in the air. She had

the party yet when

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

leading to the platform where he stood. She

him,

walk like sin dressed in silk," he said in a low voice, the

you want to be punished for it," Violet answered cheekily, her eyes

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, unable to help himself. He wanted more. But

were still kissing when the others

Alaric drawled from below, his voice full

looked up and

hell," Griffin whistled.