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.

every drunken face as

the birds dove as one. What followed

torn as they tripped over each other in blind panic. This wasn’t like the rat epidemic — no one was sticking around this time. They bolted,

less than two minutes, the once-packed garden was

behind a hedge, Violet, Roman, and Griffin came

with glee, throwing his arms wide triumphantly. "It

Violet’s smile vanished when she noticed the streak

side. Without hesitation, she wiped the blood away with her thumb,

about me," Roman

course I’m worried about you, idiot!" Violet snapped. "For a skill you haven’t trained in years,

edges. "You know what would make it better? A kiss or two." He waggled his

he hadn’t expected her to take him seriously. So when Violet cupped his face and

and his only regret was that

now?" Violet asked softly when

so wide it was ridiculous. His cheeks

through the moment. "The

and sure enough, there was bird

increased the workload," Griffin

utterly unapologetic. "Manure’s good for the

was absolutely insufferable. There was no point in

just get this over

best to keep them focused, while Roman whistled cheerfully as if this wasn’t

for about

eyes, scooped up a small clump of wet leaves and tossed it at Griffin’s back.

rigid. Slowly, he

dangerously calm. "Don’t. Do.

hand over his heart in mock innocence. "Of course, big guy. I’d never

A minute later, splatt.