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.

was in Alaric’s signature color, blue, and had a long vertical main line with two smaller diagonal strokes branching out at the top left, forming a shape similar to an

purple rune, which had a diamond shape intersected by a vertical line. At the top, a small branch extended diagonally to

long, razor-sharp teeth, his

were naturally possessive, and though none of them dared outrightly challenge him for his mate, there was only one female in that room

air was a provocation, and

guttural, "Mine!", he sent the command surging through the newly forged pack link, a raw

submission not just to Alaric’s

them shouted from

"Goddess-blessed!" another echoed.

visited the

praises rang out, echoing across

East, but they were still werewolves who respected

one person was not

face twisted with pure horror, unable to process what

"I will not accept this!" There was no way in hell she would

witch!" Zara snarled, pointing a finger at Violet. "She’s a fucking

eyes, it was clear

To

gaze swept over each person,

realization hit her like a physical

hissed, lips curling into

hardened into cold resolve.

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

body went rigid. She convulsed