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.

her presence before they saw her and the conversation trailed off. Four

happened at

nostrils flared, scenting her arousal, and their

was Roman that

He looked feral.

his lips, his entire

he rushed at

"Roman, no!" someone shouted.

it was too

in her face before Violet could blink and then he

Maker of the universe.

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

hungrier, with raw, wanton need. Their lips and tongues clashing in a frantic, greedy war for dominance and longing

was short-lived, Roman was

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

shoving him back. "You’ll die if you

her again, and

be damned.

her, Griffin slammed him into the wall with force,

barked at the others, struggling to keep

"You feel it too,

he nodded. "It’s the full moon. Roman’s always had the weakest leash on his primal

wave of desire crashed through her. She doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Help me!" she cried, her voice hoarse and

That was the trigger.

split in patches to reveal iridescent green scales.

time as a stream of paralyzing