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, Violet

her eyes as she straddled Alaric,

his chest. "One more word and I swear I’ll kill you," she

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

Violet rolled her eyes.

spun. A gasp left her lips as Alaric flipped her beneath him in one swift, effortless motion. She

you can win?" He taunted

her at the challenge. Suddenly, the air was charged

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

But instead of fear, it filled her

"You really want

tension between them thickened until it was hard

her wrists above her head. They’d reached the edge of the bed now, the world narrowing to the sound of their breaths and heartbeats

never

his waist and twisted. They

she

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

looked like power

submit. His own wolf surged forward, his blue eyes burning as he flipped her one last time. She landed beneath him again, breathless and trapped,

made it

Alaric growled, his voice rough, vibrating through her

her teeth through

growled back, a deep, thunderous sound that made the walls tremble. It wasn’t

hitched. Thalia finally lowered her head,

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

She trusted her mate.

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