Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 523: Kill Alexa

It was a little unnerving the way Roman’s demeanor changed suddenly. It was as if he had become another person the moment they stepped through that door. Thanks to that, Violet held onto him a little tighter, as though she could anchor him before he drifted too far into whatever mask he had to wear around his parents.

And to be honest, she had no idea which of them Alexa was talking to when she said, "We’ve been waiting for both of you since the moment we heard you’d arrived. But I see now..." Her nostrils flared as she scented them, a knowing look flashing in her eyes. "Not even the shower can get rid of those. Trust me." She said it like advice, but the smirk on her lips made it feel like mockery.

That wasn’t weird at all. Violet wasn’t sure she liked the vibe she was receiving.

Roman wasn’t in the mood for games either. He demanded. "Where is father?"

"As I said, we’ve been waiting." Alexa answered carelessly, and turned on her heel. She walked languidly as if she knew they had no choice but to follow.

Violet exchanged a glance with Roman, and the hardness in his jaw told her he wasn’t any more comfortable than she was. Still, he moved, and she had no choice but to go with him, her hand pressed tighter against his arm as they walked the length of the corridor until it opened into the living room.

As befitting an Alpha’s station, Roman’s parents’ quarters dwarfed the one they had been given, broad and richly laid out, with even an extra room attached. Compared to that, their own chamber seemed almost plain despite its comfort.

"Roman!" Alpha Leon’s face lit up, and in eager strides he closed the distance between them, pulling his son into a firm embrace.

For the first time since they’d arrived, Roman seemed to ease, his shoulders losing some of their tension.

Leon pulled back, studying him with sharp eyes, then looking him over again as if to reassure himself it really was his son standing before him.

hell happened? How could you vanish off the radar just

making sure there were no cracks in their cover

you have a Matebond?" Leon repeated, as though saying it twice

more interested in Roman’s mother, who hadn’t said a word since those cutting remarks at the entrance. She sat elegantly, wine glass in hand, her

Violet’s eyes locked with hers, neither woman looked away. Instead, the

amusement, or a subtle challenge, she seemed entertained, even impressed, that this human girl had the audacity

the strain hanging in the air or not, he pressed on. "I should have realized this was the Matebond speaking when you told me your animal side was pulling toward her." His voice carried a trace of regret. "I may have failed you there..." He

Roman’s attention had shifted, watching the

glass down with

me?" Violet

innocent now. You’re screwing two men, darling. But no—no one dares judge you, not when it’s neatly dressed up

Roman’s warning came out as a low growl, a sound that rumbled in

finally turned to him, her eyes flashing. "You’ve spent years acting like you were too good for me, like you couldn’t stand the sight of me. And now the moon goddess throws a bond in your lap, and suddenly you’re fine with

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" The words

was the point to call it a day. Violet hated

him up, but he slipped free. He rose on his own, towering over Alexa, his voice laced with

my mate here, and this is what