Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 610: Submit To Him

Violet Purple woke up with a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. She had never thought she’d actually pull it off, but she had missed Asher so badly that she’d thrown caution to the wind and tried reaching him through the dream.

And it worked.

The memory hit her like a spark, heat rushing to her cheeks. Saints, she could still feel his kiss, every touch, and every way he had her. Her body tingled in such a way she could almost swear the dream had been real.

Still smiling, Violet turned, and froze.

Alaric was wide awake. His piercing blue eyes watched her with quiet amusement, head resting lazily on one arm.

"Y-you’re awake," she stammered, feeling her heart trip over itself.

"Of course," Alaric replied smoothly. "Not even a dead man could sleep through your moans."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

Goddess, no.

Color flooded her face as she yanked the sheets over her head.

"Don’t be shy," Alaric teased her, " I mean, It was oddly sexy watching you moan and writhe in your sleep."

"Shut up!" Violet yelled from under the covers, mortified beyond words.

Alaric chuckled, "What? It was a sweet dream, huh?"

He added wickedly, "Next time you plan a secret rendezvous with Asher, give me a heads-up. While he keeps you busy in the dream realm, I’ll handle the real thing, so you don’t end up humping the air."

was it, Violet

eyes as

"One more

clutching his chest. "Violence against the

Violet rolled her eyes.

as Alaric flipped her beneath him in one swift, effortless motion. She landed on her back with a soft thud, and his smirk—the slow, arrogant kind—appeared over

you can win?" He

her wolf, stirred within her at the challenge. Suddenly, the

her hips, using her strength to flip him back over. Alaric hit the mattress with a grunt. His eyes glowed as his wolf rose, that dangerous Alpha energy bleeding

straight through her veins. But instead of fear, it filled her with a

really want to

not playing," Violet breathed, and the tension between them thickened until it was hard

edge of the bed now,

Violet never

eyes right before she hooked her legs around his waist and twisted. They both tumbled off the bed, hitting the ground with

she landed on

a violet curtain between them. Her razor sharp teeth had descended now, gleaming dangerously. For a moment, her features shifted—half lupine, her wolf showing

looked like

blue eyes burning as he flipped her one last time. She landed beneath

but every movement only made it worse. The

his voice rough,

baring her teeth through Violet’s lips. She

a deep, thunderous sound that made the walls

her head,

of fear, but respect. Wolves exposed their necks only to those they trusted, and

She trusted her mate.

of his mate, trusting him with her life, sent an