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."

that was it, Violet

turned fast, fire flashing in her eyes as she straddled Alaric, pressing him down against

"One more word

"Violence against the injured. You’re

Violet rolled her eyes.

left her lips 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

think you can

her wolf, stirred within her at the challenge. Suddenly, the air was charged with

her strength to flip him back over. Alaric hit the mattress with

veins. But instead of fear, it filled her with a wild, playful,

really want to

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

the bed now, the world narrowing to the

never backed

around his waist and twisted.

she landed on

like a violet curtain between them. Her razor sharp teeth had descended now,

like

surged forward, his blue eyes burning as he flipped her one last time. She landed

it worse. The friction,

voice

teeth through Violet’s

then Alaric’s wolf growled back, a deep, thunderous sound that made the walls tremble.

breath hitched. Thalia finally lowered her head,

to those they trusted, and accepted as their equal. After all, one wrong move could

She trusted her mate.

chest heaving. The sight of his mate, trusting him with her