Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 641: Come Back Soon, Roman

Violet had no idea what to expect when she walked into the pixies’ home. She thought there would be some kind of structure or something, anything to show she’d crossed into their world. But the moment they stepped through the barrier, nothing seemed to change.

It was still the same forest. If anything, it seemed like the pixies hadn’t built a kingdom at all. They had simply claimed a piece of the forest as theirs.

And right in the middle of it all, was still Roman lounging on a couch made entirely of blossoms, looking far too comfortable, as if he’d just been crowned their king.

Violet wanted to walk over and drag him out of that flowery throne herself, but it seemed far too easy. And if the Fae had taught her anything already, it was that nothing in this realm ever was easy. There was probably a ward around him, or some sort of charm waiting for her to rush in. She was no idiot.

If she wanted Roman intact, she had to play this smart. If it didn’t go well, well then, rest assured she would erase them out of existence. Violet kept that thought in her mind.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long.

The pixies darted around them in blurs of color and laughter, trails of golden dust shimmering in the air where they passed.

On any other day, Violet might’ve thought them adorable with their tiny faces glowing with mischief, and bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity. But today, all she saw were little predators with glitter for claws.

Lila was the one to speak first, "Show your respect to the Princess."

A chorus of gasps and squeals filled the air, the pixies’ voices overlapping in a dizzying harmony that made Violet’s head spin.

"Ohhh," one of them exclaimed, clasping her tiny hands together. "Look at her! The princess of two worlds finally graces us!"

Another came in close, circling Violet’s head with wings. "Her hair! It’s black—no, purple at the ends! I heard she plucked it straight from the night sky!"

"That’s ridiculous," a third argued, her voice tinkling like a bell. "I heard she’s half beast! Does she snarl when she’s angry? Go on, princess, show us your fangs!"

The others giggled, spinning and swooping in a blur, their laughter both charming and maddening at, once.

"She doesn’t look like a beast," said another with coral-colored hair. "More like a doll. A soft one."

"But fragile things break so easily," a blue-winged pixie whispered with mock innocence, brushing past Violet’s cheek.

Their high, rapid, voices overlapped until Violet could barely tell who was speaking anymore. The pixies didn’t take turns to talk, instead they sang over each other, their curiosity so intense it bordered on insult.

Violet realized they weren’t scared of her. They thought she was fragile? She? Fragile?

At once, when a group of them flew too close, Violet bared her teeth, flashing the very fangs they’d been so curious about.

The effect was instant.

The pixies shrieked dramatically, their high-pitched squeals echoing through the air as they scattered in a flurry. Tiny wings beat furiously as they clung to one another, their faces twisted in comical horror before going to hide behind Ruman as if he could save them from their wrath.

pixies peeked out from behind his

growl rumbled from behind

It was Asher.

his weight said he was getting tired of their games. She had to do something before the puppet master

am Violet Purple, your princess, and I’m here to take back my mate

close enough for

kept him because... well, he’s delightful company." The pixie’s smile widened, all sugar and teeth. "But if you want him back, Princess, you’ll have to pay a price." She giggled, like this was

own devices, she would have snatched the little thing and dizzy her until she learned some respect. But this was Fae territory, and Fae customs mattered. So she kept her hands to herself, cooling the heat behind her

know that," Violet said confidently, "And that which is

up, her wings flaring with giddy excitement. "A trade?

their high, musical voices overlapping. "We love

exhaled in relief. At least this was

the golden box with deliberate care. The moment the

through

with awe, while

"It’s beautiful," one breathed.

"No, divine!" cried another.

bees around honey, their wings shedding flecks of dust. The pearls reflected in their wide, glittering eyes like twin moons caught in pools of starlight. Some even reached out tiny hands as

bloom on their faces, their mouths parting in

she thought wryly, eyes narrowing

of this already. Her patience, stretched thin, was

the gold-haired pixie reached for the necklace,

was that for?" she

smug smile. "You trade with the queen’s gift, not yours. It’s

rose, echoing

the pixie added with morbid satisfaction, "to make it easy, you can have your mate by day... and we’ll have the serpent at night. We love the cute serpent after

That did it.

her, ready to strike. Behind her, Asher, Alaric, and Griffin’s reactions mirrored hers, the air charged with growls and the boom of thunder

expression shifted as a slow,

"You’re right," she said.

pixie blinked, startled. "I’m

smoothly, "We’ll make that

once, her

"Violet—"

"Absolutely not—"

grabbed her arm, his eyes blazing. "Don’t

him, calm yet firm. "Do you trust

bit. But when he caught that spark in her eyes, that fierce glint of confidence, he exhaled slowly and released her

if this goes south, I’m burning this whole