Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter : Fake Runes

Chapter : Fake Runes

The scream that tore from Zara’s throat when the Matebond sealed was so shrill that the guards instinctively clamped their hands over their ears.

"No, no, no..." Zara stumbled back, tears streaming down her face. This can’t be. This can’t be happening!

But her cries were drowned out by the sounds of the newly bonded couple, lost in the throes of primal pleasure.

Alaric groaned, a guttural sound of bliss, as he released inside her, his body trembling from the overwhelming rush. Violet gasped, her nails digging into his skin as her own climax shattered through her, sealing them together completely.

When it was over, Violet and Alaric stayed joined, breathing raggedly, their bodies shaking from the raw force of what had just occurred. Then, slowly, Violet moved,

climbing down from Alaric’s body and he let her go.

The Violet of the past—the fragile, naive human girl—would have been drowning in shame at being caught in such a compromising situation. She would have

scrambled to cover herself, to hide from their stares.

But that Violet no longer existed.

Werewolves had no qualms about nudity. They embraced it, unashamed, and now Violet stood boldly before them all, utterly naked. Even as Alaric’s seed slid down her thighs, she didn’t flinch. Her chin was lifted high, her gaze defiant, and she faced the gathered members of the North Pack without a single shred of fear.

Yet it wasn’t her nakedness that held them spellbound.

Their gazes moved as one, not daring to meet her eyes. They began at the red mating rune etched at her throat. Then they trailed lower, to the older green rune etched into the left side of her belly, and finally, to the newest mark, still fresh and raw, pulsing with the magic of a newly sealed bond on the right side of her abdomen.

signature color, blue, and had a long vertical main line with two smaller diagonal strokes branching out at the

that moment, and they saw his own purple rune, which had a diamond shape intersected by a vertical line. At the

could marvel, Alaric growled. His lips peeled back to reveal long, razor-sharp teeth, his eyes raw with fury, while his stance was rigid and

and though none of them dared outrightly challenge him for his mate, there was only one female

male. That much testosterone in the air was a provocation, and Alaric’s

surging through the newly forged pack link, a raw wave of dominance that

hit the ground at once, bowing in submission not just to Alaric’s

one of them

"Goddess-blessed!" another echoed.

visited the

praises rang out,

as the East, but they were still werewolves who respected tradition. And right now, the

one person

with pure horror, unable to process what she was

Then louder, "No!" Her voice broke into a scream. "I

at Violet. "She’s a fucking witch! Those runes are fake!

it was clear she had completely

matebond. To suggest a fake matebond

to realize this as her gaze swept over each person, seeing only disbelief and silent condemnation staring

her

hissed, lips curling

hardened into cold resolve. "Fine. I’ll handle this

step forward, but Alaric immediately yanked Violet behind him, his lips curving back

made it three strides before her entire body went rigid.