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 your mate ogling me,

sharp glare from the men while Violet, mortified, turned bright red. She hadn’t exactly been checking out the guy, but it wasn’t his body that caught her interest. It

wings just like her

was one of a kind to realizing

her

Lila’s sharp voice broke through the

Violet with quiet curiosity, just

on to

Interesting, she thought.

Lucen lowered his eyes with deceptive politeness. "If you’re looking for the little green snake, he passed

the mention of a green snake, Violet’s attention

we kept a watchful eye on him, Princess." He

of ’we’, Violet’s gaze swept around the hall and it hit her like a bolt. The statues. All

was strangely unguarded but now she understood. There were guards everywhere. They were

same unspoken thought crossing their minds. They didn’t like this winged bastard one bit. And the sooner he told them

go?" Alaric demanded, irritation slipping into his

to him, assessing, almost amused. "Why should I answer to

her men could snap. "Then answer me," she commanded, her voice imbued with authority. "And you’ll do well to address my mates

"You

eyes narrowed. "Excuse

you yet. Hence, I’m not obligated

soon," Violet said, her voice firm, and unwavering. "But until then, he’s mine. And you

and instead of pushing further, Lucen lifted both hands in mock surrender.