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.

"Sugar. Lots of it. Fae tend to have a serious sweet

chimed in, "and whatever magic dust they probably sneezed into it. He might be supernatural, but his body isn’t built for

"You probably intend to

handle our food, and stop you from falling for Fae

scoffed. "And does that spell happen to leave any residue you

shot Lila a look that clearly said, Where did you find this

protection so you don’t end up like Roman did last night." Lila

narrowed further. "You expect me to believe

"You think I dragged you all the way to the Fae realm to do what, control your mind? I could’ve left you behind, especially since you’re not even

return, her sharp Fae teeth glinting as the air between them thickened. In an instant, the sweet-faced Fae was

stepped between them before it

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,

she began, turning to face him. "I get it. I understand why you’re pissed. You’re not in your element, this is not the world you’re familiar with, and you don’t trust any of

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 the devil can

was speechless, her mouth parting

it, and we’d never know. Roman’s

Violet simply said,

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

Or Griffin? Or Alaric?" Violet countered, her voice gaining strength. "You won’t be stuck here forever. You know it

folded his arms, but his silence told her she had his

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

his jaw at the

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

the defiance in his eyes gone. He swallowed, and tried to explain, "I didn’t mean it that

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

through his hair. "Fine," he