Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 544: Hand Her Over To Father

Neither Griffin nor Roman protested as Violet rose from her seat and walked toward her brother. Micah already had his hand out, waiting for her, and she slipped her palm into his. He led her confidently onto the dance floor.

The string quartet built into a romantic piece, the violins carrying a tender, aching melody while the cello pulled deep, mournful notes beneath. It was the kind of music that tugged at the heart, neither too sad nor too joyful, but somewhere in between. It made the chest tighten, like love itself pressed into sound.

Other couples were already dancing, but the moment Violet and Micah stepped in, the spotlight shifted. Their gazes followed them, conversation rising. They were two separately mated pairs dancing together. The goddess was really gracious to them.

They curtsied in perfect rhythm, and then Micah slid his arm firmly around Violet’s waist, guiding her into the first sway.

Violet was not exactly graceful, but the weeks at Lunaris Academy had refined her moves. She stepped light and effortless, letting Micah lead as they turned with the music. The crowd soon forgot about them, joining in on the dance as well.

Violet’s lips barely moved as she whispered, "I take it something is up?"

Micah’s voice was so low it was almost impossible she heard him. "I could have called," he admitted, "but this isn’t something for the phone. I said we’d talk face to face but my uncle has had his eyes on me, and this is the only way I could think of."

As if on cue, Micah dipped her low in a dramatic sway. From that tilted angle, Violet’s eyes found Elijah across the room. Except he was already staring at her. A knowing smile tugged at his lips and goosebumps erupted down Violet’s arms.

When Micah pulled her upright again, she whispered in a shaky tone, "Elijah is playing a strange game. He knows about me."

"What?" Micah stiffened, instinctively trying to look over his shoulder.

"Don’t!" Violet hissed, panic flashing in her eyes.

Micah stopped himself mid-motion, seamlessly shifting the dance so it looked natural. He said, turning her with ease. " You’re right, he’s testing us. Which means we need a distraction. We seriously need to talk, Violet."

her lip, mind racing. What could they do? Then she caught sight of Roman dragging Griffin—half against his will—onto

idea sparked. "Micah," she whispered quickly. "Dance close enough to

brother gave her a questioning brow, but he didn’t argue. Together they incorporated sharper spins, longer strides, slowly weaving their way

feet, Violet tugged at the Matebond. The invisible thread between her and

instantly, his keen eyes finding her. Their gazes locked across the

Violet mouthed: Do something.

as his gaze flicked between her and Micah, realization lit his face. His grin spread wide, cocky

eyes. She hoped to

they danced and nothing happened. Micah leaned down, whispering

frown deepened. Maybe Roman hadn’t gotten the message after

Then it happened.

Then another. And another. Soon the entire garden rippled with screams. Violet’s

one, not ten, but what looked like a hundred of them

of socialites from all over the world, people who had never seen such vermin in their pristine lives. To them, it wasn’t a pest,

and shoes flying. A woman shrieked as one darted beneath her skirts, while a man stumbled straight

and Micah, it

as she stepped on a couple of tails.

go?" Micah hissed, scanning wildly for

him fast through the panic. Guards brushed

the side of the garden where a glass structure loomed, half-hidden by

shoved it open. The whole place smelled of damp earth and herbs. There was no moonlight hence the place