Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 639: Get Roman Back

Shifters had an uncanny ability to recognize threats, and right now, they didn’t want this unmated bird anywhere near their mate.

The male had long, dark hair that flowed down his shoulders — an attribute Griffin was exactly jealous of. It framed his sculpted face, his jawline so sharp it could cut.

He was built too, every line defined with predatory grace. The antlers that curled proudly from his head didn’t diminish his looks one bit; if anything, they made him appear even darker, more mysterious, the kind of dangerous that drew your gaze before you could stop yourself.

Then there were the wings. Feathers as dark as midnight stretching wide behind him, layered thick and sharp, like obsidian blades meant to both mesmerize and maim.

They looked impossibly strong, capable of wrapping around someone and shutting out the world entirely. And the way they framed his muscled form made him look less like a creature and more like a fallen god sculpted in the likeness of sin itself.

It was safe to say that, until this moment, the cardinal alphas had never felt lacking.

And it didn’t help that Lucen’s aura reeked of dominance. Power rolled off him in waves, and that could only mean one thing.

He was an Alpha.

It was something primal that every shifter in the room could smell, a quiet challenge that scraped against their instincts and made their wolves stir restlessly beneath their skin.

It didn’t help either that Violet was staring at him with wide fascination, like a child discovering her first shiny toy.

Ugly, wild jealousy rippled through Asher’s chest, dark and consuming. A dangerous growl erupted from his throat, low and primal, before it was echoed by Alaric and Griffin, their voices merging into a collective rumble that made the air itself vibrate.

"Eyes away from my mate," Griffin snarled, his growl the loudest, practically a machine grinding in his chest.

grinned, confident and unbothered. "It’s

turned bright red. She hadn’t exactly been checking out

breathtaking wings just

had gone from believing she was one of a kind to realizing there was someone out there who might actually

bloomed in her

through

didn’t fade, though his gaze lingered on Violet with quiet curiosity, just long enough to

on to what was

Interesting, she thought.

deceptive politeness. "If you’re

snake, Violet’s attention snapped to

little thing was creeping about late last night, so we kept a watchful eye on him, Princess." He said her title like a caress, his tone

a bolt. The statues. All of them. They weren’t lifeless. Every single one of them were like

now she understood. There

the same unspoken thought crossing their minds. They didn’t like this winged bastard one bit. And the sooner he told them where Roman was, the sooner they could

did he go?" Alaric demanded, irritation slipping into his

to you, beast? I answer to the Princess — and the Princess

answer me," she commanded, her voice imbued with authority. "And you’ll

dangerously. "You

eyes narrowed.

finger toward Asher. "He’s not mated to you yet. Hence, I’m not obligated to

Violet said, her voice firm, and unwavering. "But until then, he’s mine. And you will respect him. I

lifted both hands in mock surrender. "Anything the Princess desires," he murmured, voice