Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 640: Visit The Pixies

Violet groaned, "What? What is it now?"

She could already tell this was not going to end well.

Rhara was the one who answered, "As much as pixies are lesser Fae, they are still respected among our kind. And as the princess of the Free Fae, that makes them your subjects. Hence, you must learn how to negotiate with them."

Asher perked up at once, his expression darkening. "Negotiate?" His tone dripped with disbelief. From what little he knew about the Fae, negotiating with them was the fastest way to get tricked, cursed, or worse.

He growled low in his throat. "Violet is not doing any negotiating."

Lucen’s gaze flicked toward him, saying pointedly, "There are rules to the Fae realm, beast. Bargaining with the pixies is the only way to get your snake brother back."

Lila, added, "He’s right."

Asher’s glare shifted to her. "You can’t be serious."

"I am," Lila said smoothly. "But the pixies love something more than deals."

That got Violet’s attention. "And what’s that?"

Lila’s lips curved. "They love shiny trinkets. Enchanted gifts."

Violet’s excitement deflated instantly. "Oh, wonderful. And how in the world am I supposed to get shiny enchanted trinkets?"

Rhara chuckled lightly. "Princess Violet, this is your home. Surely your mother wouldn’t refuse you access to her treasures."

Violet blinked. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yes," Lila said with a knowing grin. "Her jewelry chamber. You’ll find more than enough to impress the little creatures."

Violet exhaled in relief. Maybe being a princess wasn’t bad after all."

"Good," Lila said. "Now, wait a minute while Rhara and I prepare the gifts. We’ll find the little rascals soon enough."

As soon as they left, the space seemed to shrink. Only Violet, her men, and the winged stag remained, and the tension was so thick, the temperature rose with it.

Violet’s nose twitched. The air was stifling, heavy with her mate’s scent. It was rich, potent, and everywhere that they were choking her without even realizing. The testosterone was practically dripping off them in nauseating waves. At this point, it was as if they were having a dick measuring competition

until his body shadowed hers completely. "I don’t trust a word those creatures

it wasn’t a coincidence that his broad

nothing. There was no point in feeding

She reached for his hand and squeezed gently. "Besides, I have you here with me. You

at him since they arrived seemed to fade

Alaric’s voice cut through

"can’t

completely unbothered. "Why? Does it

his jaw flexing. He was one

snorted. Sure, the guy was built, but not that built. Not like him. Griffin had raw strength, and he knew it. When it came down to a show

sly grin never faltering, clearly enjoying every

narrowed. As fascinated as she was, she had to be careful around this one.

Rhara and Lila finally arrived,

Violet’s eyes locked on it immediately, curiosity sparking. "What’s in

it up, "is

as though unveiling a relic of the gods. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft white silk, lay a pearl necklace, each orb shimmering

the merbeast. They said it was crafted from the tears of the sea-king’s daughter when she suffered her first heartbreak. Each pearl is a tear crystalized by grief, purified by the sea’s blessing. It’s one of the finest things your

beautiful," she whispered. The necklace seemed to pulse faintly, almost calling

radiated the urge to claim

"I feel

she

any longer, the pixies will have their fun with

him. "Lead the

command," He

and into the open morning light. The Fae realm had transformed with the dawn. What

creatures moved through the palace courtyard, short, long-limbed figures with wrinkled skin and wide glassy eyes, wearing patched tunics made of moss and petals. Some

watching them in fascination.

keep the palace clean and running. Efficient little beings, though they can be mischievous if ignored. Offer them cream once in a while, and they’ll worship you

a mental note. She had a lot to learn about this

through a garden where blossoms opened as they passed, their petals shimmering with dew. The air

responded. Thorns drew back, flowers bowed, and tangled

amazement. "How are you

born Fae," Lila said with a grin. "Nature listens when you speak

air had shifted again