Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 638: The Watchers

Violet Purple had assumed Roman was in the shower and would step out any second.

But even after her orgasm—yes, those screams, and thank you very much, her mates had done a damn good job cleaning her plate—she knew something was very, very wrong.

Roman would never miss an opportunity like this. Never.

This was Roman Draven they were talking about, for moon’s sake—the same guy who could sense her hunger from miles away and show up grinning.

So where the hell was he?

Violet sat up at once, still panting as she asked, "Have you guys seen Roman this morning? Wasn’t he in the bathroom with you?"

Asher’s brows furrowed immediately. "Isn’t he usually taking solace in your bosom?"

Instinctively, Violet looked down. Her breasts were already bare from the entire situation, but there was no sign of Roman anywhere.

Just to be sure, she stood up and stripped completely, scanning herself.

"He’s not here, is he?" Violet said, spinning around slowly so they could confirm she wasn’t hiding a certain sneaky reptile anywhere.

Alaric coughed, his face bright red. "No, he’s not."

He wasn’t the only one affected. There was also the dark, smoldering look in Asher and Griffin’s eyes. For a second, no one breathed.

Then, as if realizing they were all thinking the same sinful thought, their gazes collided, and each of them instantly looked away, pretending to be unbothered while subtly adjusting their trousers.

This was so not the time. Roman, that little fucker seems to be missing, they needed to focus on that.

bond and there he was, alive yet silent. Not to

he be content

to Alaric. "You kept watch

his hair, "I have no idea. I think I fell asleep at one point.

you be sure of that when you

in," Griffin interjected, "We all know Roman has a habit of exploring." He

mentioned that the house is sentient and responds to the needs of its occupants. It

same faeries who built this house in the first place," Asher muttered. His tone made it clear what he thought the house might be responsive to other

I mean, no offense, he’s not the brightest of us

under my mother’s roof on my first day here. Someone

the door wanted to incur her wrath, swinging open the moment

followed her, silent and tense, knowing someone was about to get

quotes, "he should be back by now. There’s no way that

annoyed. "He’s safe and content, if I

look entirely convinced. "We just need to figure out what kind of trouble he got

and sniffing like a bloodhound. "The scent’s faint, but it’s

it too," Alaric agreed, straightening, his expression

he wandered off on his own," Violet

Roman was a walking trouble magnet.

they

Princess," a

see Lila — or Lilarin, whatever her full Fae name was — striding toward them. She wasn’t

proper look at the Fae. For a female female, who were known for their willow-like grace, she was tall and broad-shouldered, with long green hair pulled into a single thick braid clasped by white pins. From the armor she wore and the way she moved, Violet didn’t need anyone to tell her that this one was

Violet, she was sizing her

introducing myself last night. I’m Rhara, Captain of the Royal Guard, sworn to protect

her teacher," Lila added smoothly, her voice dripping with pride, as if waiting for someone to applaud her for producing such

voice was cold. "Good. Because my