Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 548: A Better Rain

After Irene left the party, the other Alphas followed one by one. They all knew tomorrow would be a long day, and with the responsibility of leadership weighing on their shoulders, rest was non-negotiable. Wolves might be stronger and more resilient than humans, but even their bodies needed downtime.

The humans, however, were another story.

Most of the high-ranking dignitaries had retreated for the night, but plenty of others stayed behind. Right now, they were drunk out of their minds, laughing too loudly, swaying on their feet, and making an absolute spectacle of themselves.

Violet, Roman, and Griffin sat at their table, quietly watching them with growing annoyance. Even though the punishment was given to Roman, there was no way on earth they were leaving him to deal with the mess alone. They were in this together.

"I wish Alaric was here," Violet said. "He’d just make it rain on them and clear this place out."

"Same," Griffin sighed, rubbing his temple.

But Roman perked up suddenly, his grin spreading wide and positively sinister.

"Don’t worry," he said, leaning back with that glint in his eyes Violet never trusted. "I can make it rain something else."

"Roman?" Violet asked, suspicious.

He grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, speaking in an exaggerated, fake accent. "Don’t worry, mademoiselle, it will be harmless fun. Absolutely magnifique."

Violet groaned. That didn’t reassure her at all, but she let it go.

Roman released her hand and focused forward. The next moment, the black of his eyes shifted, twisting unnaturally until they mirrored the glossy pupils of a bird. It was startling, but Violet didn’t flinch. She just held her breath, and watched him, intrigued.

Roman’s gaze went distant, as if he were seeing through someone else’s vision. Then came the first sharp caw. Then a second. And a third.

At first, the guests ignored it. The music was still going, and the dancing didn’t stop, not until a single bird swooped low and plop! It dropped poop on a man’s suit. The poor victim screamed, spinning in a circle as his friends laughed mercilessly.

And then came the second bird. The third. The fourth.

and dread dawned on every drunken face as nearly fifty birds

had given a silent command, the birds dove as one. What followed was a rain of

and reporters shrieked and scrambled, shoes flying, dresses torn as they tripped over each other in blind panic. This

minutes, the

a hedge, Violet, Roman,

glee, throwing his arms wide triumphantly. "It got

Violet’s smile vanished when she noticed the streak

Without hesitation, she wiped the blood away with her thumb, her face etched with concern.

about me," Roman

you, idiot!" Violet snapped. "For a skill you haven’t trained

was tired around the edges. "You know what would make it better? A kiss or

to take him seriously. So when Violet cupped

his only regret was that it didn’t

softly when

was ridiculous. His cheeks burned red.

cut through the moment. "The same can’t be said for

sure enough, there was bird

increased the workload,"

utterly unapologetic. "Manure’s good for the

was absolutely insufferable. There was

just get this over with." Griffin

them focused, while Roman whistled cheerfully as if this wasn’t a task

smoothly for about five

his eyes, scooped up a small clump of

mid-motion, his spine going rigid. Slowly, he turned his head, his brown eyes

voice was dangerously

heart in mock innocence. "Of course,

A minute later, splatt.