Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 527: The L Word

They had no choice but to call Asher and brief him on the situation.

Violet stayed quiet, watching Roman with the phone pressed to his ear, his usual cocky air stripped away as he listened intently to Asher’s voice on the other end. They had always been close, and seeing Roman draw strength from that bond made her heart settle in a way nothing else could.

"Here you go," Roman said, handing her the phone when he was through. "Asher wants to speak to you."

Violet’s heart skipped. Butterflies stirred in the pit of her belly as she accepted the phone, a nervous smile tugging her lips. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? The prophecy said she was destined for all four of them, yet doubt always slipped in. What if the second bond dulled what she felt for Asher and Alaric?

But the moment she heard his voice, those doubts burned to ash.

"Hello, baby girl."

Holy Maker.

Heat rushed through her like someone had lit a fire in her stomach and let it spread to her chest, her neck, every part of her. His tone was deep, and rough, carrying that dangerous promise he always seemed to wear like a second skin. A voice like that had no business on the phone. Yes, she knew where it belonged, and it was in dark bedrooms.

Just the sound of it traveled through her veins like liquid fire. A girl could orgasm on the spot from that alone without him even laying a hand on her.

"Hi—h-hello, babe," Violet stammered, trying desperately to lace her words with some sex appeal, but the goddess knew that failed miserably.

Asher chuckled. The low, dark rumble vibrated against her ear as though he’d crawled straight through the phone to whisper against her skin. Her knees nearly buckled.

Violet swallowed, her pulse hammering. Goddess, what was she doing?

She cursed under her breath. Violet Purple! You are not getting turned on by a voice, are you?

yet, here she

is a lot to unpack at

fine. You?" She added softly, "I’m sorry I won’t be there

to get Alaric before his crazy-ass mother forces him to marry some cousin from her side of the

another girl. She would tear the bitch’s

calm down!

these days. And she knew exactly what—or rather

Her damn wolf.

out throats

"You know what Roman

then it hit her. "Oh."

"But you do him dirty for me, baby girl. We’ll be together sooner

stopped moving. Did he

touches, his jealous glares, the way he

fast she swore the others could hear it. The

truth. She loved Asher. She loved Roman, Griffin, and Alaric.

with excitement that as soon as the call ended, she tossed the phone at Griffin without thinking. He caught it easily, just in time to see her launch herself

to breathe before Violet crashed into him, lips colliding with his in a kiss so fierce it stole the breath from his lungs. Violet wasn’t

head spin. She traced the roof of

hips against his nearly broke him. Heat pressed flush to hardness, every slow roll of her body against his groin intentional and

hard, yanking her closer until there was no space left to breathe, no escape from the furnace she’d thrown him

mouth, the sound guttural, as though she was pulling his very soul out with her tongue. Violet devoured him, relentless, and he gave in like a man drowning who found air