Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 468: Dangerous Fever

Violet woke with a strange fever.

Last night had been nothing short of amazing, but now, she felt wretched. Her head was foggy, her throat dry and scratchy, as if she’d swallowed sandpaper in her sleep.

But worst of all was the heat.

It wasn’t just a fever but a gnawing, pulsing warmth radiating through her body and settling low in her core.

Instinctively, her hand reached out for her boyfriends. She needed them. Any of them. All of them. But the bed was empty.

Violet forced her eyes open, blinking past the haze to realize that she was alone. No, it can’t be. She wanted them.

Hence, Violet forced herself to rise on unsteady feet, using the wall for support. How did she become like this? The boys must have dressed her in the nightgown she now wore because she didn’t remember doing so. But even now, the clothing on her skin felt unbearable and irritating. She wanted nothing on. Just her bare skin.

With effort, Violet took a breath and moved forward, driven by instinct rather than thought. It was strange, but she could smell them. Their scents were everywhere:

Sun-soaked woods and warm amber, infused with hints of fresh summer citrus.

Smoked cedar and dark spice softened by night-blooming jasmine.

The intoxicating scent of pineapple and whipped cream.

Ozone and rain-soaked earth with the warmth of amber and sweet vanilla.

It was dizzying the way the scents wrapped around her, invading her senses. The air was so thick with it she could choke. Violet inhaled it anyway—because she needed it—and immediately regretted it. Heat stirred in her belly, and rushed between her legs. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Goddess help her. What was happening to her?

By some miracle, she made it downstairs, clutching the railing as if her legs might give out at any moment. The scents led her like a siren’s call and she followed, unable to help it.

gathered around the counter, deep in discussion. They felt her presence before they saw her and

things happened at

nostrils flared, scenting her arousal, and

it was Roman

He looked feral.

from his lips, his entire body going taut with

then he rushed at

"Roman, no!" someone shouted.

it was

before Violet could blink and then he crashed his

Maker of the universe.

mouths collided, her body instinctively grinding against him. His touch was fire and comfort all at once, a balm to her burning nerves,

raw, wanton need. Their lips and tongues clashing in a

Roman was

who had snarled—her or Roman—but the sound was deadly

you idiot!" Asher barked, shoving him

far too consumed with lust. He lunged for her again, and Violet, just as lost, was ready to welcome him back into

damned. She wanted

reach her, Griffin slammed him into the wall with force,

barked at the others, struggling to keep Roman

at Asher. "You feel it too, don’t

moon. Roman’s always had the weakest leash on his primal urges than the rest of

let out a strangled moan as a fresh wave of desire crashed through her.

That was the trigger.

iridescent green scales. His

time as a stream of paralyzing venom shot past him and