Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 642: A Spell For Protection

"Blah!" Roman gagged, throwing up for the third time. He heaved and groaned, clutching the toilet like it was his last lifeline, riding out whatever cursed thing the pixies had fed him.

"I think I’m dying," he moaned pitifully, forehead pressed against the cool porcelain.

"You’re not dying," Griffin said, patting him on the shoulder. "Just... don’t go to strange parties at night."

From the corner, Alaric—who was supposed to be providing moral support—snorted.

"Yeah, laugh all you want," Roman muttered, rolling his eyes.

"You should be grateful it’s not diarrhea," Alaric said dryly.

Roman opened his mouth to fire back, but another violent wave hit him. He lurched over the toilet and started hurling again, loud enough to make Griffin wince.

On the bright side, the serpent wouldn’t be creeping out its hiding place anytime soon.

Unbeknownst to them, Violet had seen everything unfold. She returned to the living room, where Asher stood before Lila and Rhara. His posture was rigid, his slitted eyes cold and razor-sharp.

"What’s happening to him?" Violet demanded.

"Now that the enchantment’s worn off, his body’s fighting it," Lila explained.

"Fighting what?"

"Nectar," Rhara added.

"Nectar?" Violet’s frown deepened.

Fae tend to have a serious

dust they probably sneezed into it. He might be supernatural, but his body isn’t built for

"You probably intend to feed us

a spell that’ll let you handle our food, and stop you from falling for Fae charms so

happen to leave any residue you can

shot Lila a look that clearly said,

protection so you don’t end up like

"You expect me to

way to the Fae realm to do what, control your mind? I could’ve left you behind, especially since you’re

her own in return, her sharp Fae teeth glinting as the

stepped between them before it could turn

her fingers brushing Asher’s before she firmly took his hand. His muscles tensed, but she didn’t let go. Without saying a word, she led him away from the others, toward a quieter corner of

him. "I get it. I understand why you’re pissed. You’re not in your

toward Lila, still visibly bristling. "You’re right, I don’t trust them. Any of them. Not even your mother," he said flatly, meeting Violet’s gaze without flinching. "Even

parting slightly, but Asher

something attached to it, and we’d never know. Roman’s situation

getting offended, Violet simply said, "Exactly. Look

he can’t sit his ass in one place. He walks straight

what if next time it’s you? Or Griffin? Or Alaric?" Violet countered, her voice gaining strength. "You won’t be stuck here forever. You know it already, Fae are masters of

arms, but his silence told her she had his

continued. "What if one of you falls into the hands of something worse? A Fae who knows exactly what

worked his jaw at the mention

tell me that doesn’t worry you. Even if my mother is the devil, at least she

He swallowed, and tried to explain,

trust her, But maybe—just this once—you should listen. I’m only but one and can’t keep you all from danger. You guys need

sighed, running a hand through his