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."

it,

her eyes as she

playful but firm smack on his chest. "One more word and I swear I’ll kill

clutching his chest. "Violence against the injured. You’re one

Violet rolled her eyes.

her lips as Alaric flipped her beneath him in one swift, effortless motion. She landed on her back with a

can

Violet. Thalia, her wolf, stirred within her at the

over. Alaric hit the mattress with a grunt. His

and the sound shot straight through her veins. But instead of fear, it filled her

"You really want to play this

them thickened until it was hard to tell if they were fighting

her head. They’d reached the edge of the bed now, the world narrowing to the sound

never backed

legs around his waist and twisted. They both tumbled off the bed, hitting

she landed

pinned his arms to the floor, her hair tumbling down like a violet curtain between them. Her razor sharp

looked like

surged forward, his blue eyes burning as he flipped her one last time. She landed beneath him again, breathless and trapped, their legs tangled, their hearts beating

but every movement only made it worse. The friction, and the

voice rough, vibrating through

baring her teeth through Violet’s lips. She would not

that made the walls

breath hitched. Thalia finally lowered her head, baring

Wolves exposed their necks only to those they trusted, and accepted as their equal. After all, one wrong move could mean

She trusted her mate.

heaving. The sight of his mate, trusting him with her life, sent an