Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 603: Beloved Alpha

When Asher woke from sleep, the smile that had lingered on his face vanished as if it had never existed. His eyes glinted dangerously as he rose from the bed and stalked toward the adjoining room, where he could already hear Roman and Jeremiah laughing over some joke.

The moment he stepped in, both men froze.

Roman was the first to sense the storm coming. He pointed dramatically and yelled, "Run for your life!"

Jeremiah, acting on instinct, took off immediately, but Asher was faster. He moved like lightning, blocking the doorway before his beta could escape.

"I expected him," Asher growled, jerking his chin toward Roman, "to lie to me. But you, my own beta, keeping vital information from me?"

Roman’s eyes widened. "Wait—how did you—" then realization dawned, and his expression turned scandalized. "Don’t tell me... Violet visited you!"

He jabbed a finger toward Asher, accusing him. "No wonder you were grinning like some fool! You were having sexy time with our mate, weren’t you?"

There was no mistaking it—nothing else could make that stone-hearted bastard smile like that.

Maybe it was Roman’s ridiculous tone or the way he pouted like a jealous child, but Asher’s fury vanished away. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Gods, he couldn’t deal with him right now.

Jeremiah seized the moment to explain, "I didn’t mean to keep it from you, Alpha. I just thought you needed rest. You were half-dead when we got back, and we didn’t want to burden you."

Asher’s jaw tightened, but the fight in him died. One could say that his encounter with Violet in the dream world had tamed his blood thirst for now. Not to mention they had good intentions — even though those secrets annoyed him as hell.

again. Anything that involves Violet or my cardinal brothers... " Asher emphasized

Jeremiah replied

"I didn’t know

a look that clearly

slung an arm around Asher’s shoulder before he could escape. "Now, tell me, what exactly did you and Violet

you go ask her yourself," Asher

my dream," Roman complained with theatrical misery. "So now, I have only you to fulfill my curiosity." He tightened his hold like a clingy octopus, ignoring Asher’s attempts

twist free, but Roman only

banter devolved into a full-blown scuffle with Roman wrestling Asher to the ground, the two rolling across the floor like overgrown pups. Asher fought to pry Roman off while Roman laughed shamelessly, refusing to let

scene

two grown Alphas grappling like children. For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, without a word, both simply moved past it, after all, this was far from the

the time Ezra entered, Roman had finally released Asher, who stood up with an exasperated sigh. Roman was not doing his fearsome

set," Ezra announced. "It’s

chin slightly, his composure snapping back into place. "Thank you," he

a curt nod, all

his spine straightened, and his eyes gleamed with renewed purpose. The laughter, the teasing, all

to face his people, and there was

paid the price for it. Now, it was time to strengthen his hold over the others—to remind every single one of them that his late father, Henry Nightshade, had taught

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