Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 537: The King’s Spectacle

Alpha King Elijah was a really tenacious man. But of course, he wouldn’t be king after all if he wasn’t relentless.

Not only were they expected to see him tonight, but he had even thrown a party for them. It would have probably been more glamorous, but Elijah must have kept it low-key out of respect for Alpha Henry’s death.

Knowing she would undoubtedly be the "star" of the occasion, Violet had been wondering what to wear to the party when one of the staff knocked on their door and handed over the dress Alpha King Elijah had ordered made for her.

Of course, it was unsettling that Elijah had arranged a dress for her, as if he had been planning this moment all along. Roman and Griffin practically tore the thing apart shaking it for foul play, but there was nothing. Roman had even gone as far as to put it on first—which was downright hilarious—and Violet had a picture to prove it. If there was magic sewn into it, he would’ve been the first to die.

It was sweet, though. The fact that they’d test it and willingly die first for her hit Violet in all the right places. She felt blessed. Besides, Elijah had probably just ordered the dress, not stitched it with his own hands. Last she checked, the man didn’t have sewing skills. There was nothing to fear.

When Violet slipped it on, she immediately fell in love. The dress was a deep shade of royal purple, clinging to her figure so perfectly it was unnerving how they had gotten her measurements right. The fabric was smooth and rich, and she didn’t need a god to tell her it had cost a fortune.

The neckline bared her shoulders completely, her collarbones exposed in a way that drew eyes to the rune at her neck. At her waist, two circular cut-outs framed her sides. The left one revealed Roman’s rune as if the dress itself had been crafted just to showcase it.

fabric at her midsection, shaping her frame into the silhouette of a goddess. She went for minimal jewelry, just a single coiled bangle wrapped around her upper arm. Her makeup was pared down too—a sweep of color on her lips, a shadow to frame

murmured, lowering his mouth to kiss the rune

like a cat in heat, arching instinctively, and begging for

back into bed when

mark. If it had been any other male putting his mouth there, Griffin would have ripped their intestines

and rare. Rules bent around them and Griffin didn’t feel the urge to tear Roman apart, at least, not

Griffin scowled darkly. He wasn’t about to walk out of the room with a raging erection thanks to Roman’s antics. For that alone, Roman was going to get

ache in her chest, but this wasn’t the time for it. She forced herself to breathe. Maybe it was high time she

left the room, and made their way through the halls. Outside, the night air was cool, carrying the faint smell of roses that laced

across the trimmed hedges and marble fountains. Tables draped in silk lined the pathways, heavy with wine and steaming dishes, while a string quartet played a romantic piece from beneath a

fine clothes and were clustered in small groups, laughter and

men at her side, the atmosphere in