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.

ringed with couches and velvet cushions that looked sinfully soft. This was all shades

then there were the

Twister mat that would definitely contain all four of the alphas if

on it. There were wine, cocktails, sodas, beer and whatever else they ordered. Yep, they

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

and into the grass, her heels sinking just a little as she

to the side, followed by Alaric’s familiar voice cursing loudly. Something about the drink being "too damn strong,"

had a feeling this night

party yet when Roman saw her

was comical though, one second, he was dancing carelessly under the garden lights and the next, he was stock-still, his gaze

tracked her every step as she climbed the wooden stairs leading to the platform where he stood. She didn’t look away, and neither did

reached him, Roman’s

in a low voice, the corner of his mouth lifting like he couldn’t help

punished for it,"

all it

he meant to consume her, his hands exploring the curve of her back and her waist, unable to help himself. He wanted more.

still kissing when the others

below, his voice

Violet looked up and stopped talking

Griffin whistled. "Hot