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.

line with two smaller diagonal strokes branching out at the top left, forming a shape

own purple rune, which had a diamond shape intersected by

reveal long, razor-sharp teeth, his eyes raw with fury, while his stance

for his mate, there was only one female in that room —the shocked

air was a provocation, and Alaric’s primal

just claim Violet with a guttural, "Mine!", he sent the command surging through the newly forged pack link, a raw wave of dominance that crashed

in submission not just to Alaric’s power but to the sacred bond they had

goddess-touched!" one of them shouted

"Goddess-blessed!" another echoed.

has visited the

rang out,

who respected tradition. And

person

unable to process

"I will not accept this!" There was no

at Violet. "She’s a

it was clear she had completely

no way to fake a matebond. To suggest a fake matebond

her gaze swept over each person, seeing only disbelief and silent condemnation staring back

hit her like a physical

traitors," she hissed, lips

hardened into cold resolve.

took a threatening step forward, but Alaric immediately yanked Violet behind him, his lips curving back into a warning snarl that

body went rigid. She convulsed violently