Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 519

Chapter 519: New Family Bond

The ride with Aeron was... well, awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

How do you even begin to describe the feeling of sitting in the backseat with your mate’s father-in-law in the front, driving like an executioner behind the wheel, while his son sat beside you, and your other mate stretched out, acting like the situation was completely normal?

Violet sat stiffly, staring at the road ahead, until Roman leaned in with that infuriating smirk, his breath tickling her ear.

"So, love," he drawled, his voice deliberately pitched so Aeron could probably hear every word if he cared to. "Do I call him sir, or just go straight to Dad?"

Violet nearly choked on her breath, her eyes widening in horror. She elbowed him hard, whispering back, "Shut. Up."

If Aeron heard him, he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on the road. Although Violet had a feeling his pointed silence was on purpose.

Roman winced, then grinned wider. "Fine, Papa Aeron it is. Do you think he’ll give me his blessing if I manage to put a smile on his stony face?"

Griffin, sitting on her other side, pinched the bridge of his nose as though regretting every decision that had led him to this car ride. "Roman," he muttered through clenched teeth, "don’t push it."

But Roman only chuckled, unbothered, his arm sliding casually around her shoulders as if they weren’t driving straight toward the Alpha King’s residence — and quite possibly their doom.

"What?" He gestured to Aeron in front, "He hasn’t thrown me out yet. That’s practically approval in father-in-law language."

her face in her hands. If the goddess was watching, Violet was convinced she was laughing herself

to know before we arrive?" Aeron asked, his tone heavy with meaning, eyes

them froze for a moment, trading a silent glance that said more than words

the first to

son killed

abrupt lurch jolted everyone in their seats, the tires screeching as gravel spat beneath them. For a moment, Violet’s breath caught in her

wasn’t a man who lost control for long. With a deep growl of frustration, he righted the vehicle, with steady hands, forcing

line. No doubt they were wondering what the

in just one,

to Violet and whispered, "He’s so cool. I

Roman to make the most serious moment sound like a

his father.

the scene like he was narrating dinner

the man looked like mashed potatoes. Not even the creamy, buttery kind, oh no, but the horrible, lumpy disaster I once ate on an ’exotic’

Roman.

ignored them, lowering his voice as though he was sharing a

we’d have to explain why Henry looked more like an entrée-of-the-day

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