Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Submit To Him

Violet Purple woke up with a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. She had never thought she’d actually pull it off, but she had missed Asher so badly that she’d thrown caution to the wind and tried reaching him through the dream.

And it worked.

The memory hit her like a spark, heat rushing to her cheeks. Saints, she could still feel his kiss, every touch, and every way he had her. Her body tingled in such a way she could almost swear the dream had been real.

Still smiling, Violet turned, and froze.

Alaric was wide awake. His piercing blue eyes watched her with quiet amusement, head resting lazily on one arm.

"Y-you’re awake," she stammered, feeling her heart trip over itself.

"Of course," Alaric replied smoothly. "Not even a dead man could sleep through your moans."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

Goddess, no.

Color flooded her face as she yanked the sheets over her head.

"Don’t be shy," Alaric teased her, " I mean, It was oddly sexy watching you moan and writhe in your sleep."

"Shut up!" Violet yelled from under the covers, mortified beyond words.

Alaric chuckled, "What? It was a sweet dream, huh?"

He added wickedly, "Next time you plan a secret rendezvous with Asher, give me a heads-up. While he keeps you busy in the dream realm, I’ll handle the real thing, so you don’t end up humping the air."

And that was it, Violet had had enough.

She turned fast, fire flashing in her eyes as she straddled Alaric, pressing him down against the bed.

Violet landed a playful but firm smack on his chest. "One more word and I swear I’ll kill you," she warned.

Alaric winced dramatically, clutching his chest. "Violence against the injured. You’re one cruel mate."

Violet rolled her eyes.

But before she say a word, the world spun. A gasp left her lips as Alaric flipped her beneath him in one swift, effortless motion. She landed on her back with a soft thud, and his smirk—the slow, arrogant kind—appeared over her.

"Still think you can win?" He taunted her.

Something primal sparked inside Violet. Thalia, her wolf, stirred within her at the challenge. Suddenly, the air was charged with that primal tension only wolves understood.

Violet didn’t answer. Instead, she twisted her hips, using her strength to flip him back over. Alaric hit the mattress with a grunt. His eyes glowed as his wolf rose, that dangerous Alpha energy bleeding through his control.

He snarled at her, and the sound shot straight through her veins. But instead of fear, it filled her with a wild, playful, and intoxicating feeling.

Alaric’s grin deepened. "You really want to play this game?"

"Oh, I’m not playing," Violet breathed, and the tension between them thickened until it was hard to tell if they were fighting or flirting.

In an instant, Alaric rolled her again, pinning her wrists above her head. They’d reached the edge of the bed now, the world narrowing to the sound of their breaths and heartbeats colliding. His gaze dared her to move.

But Violet never backed down.

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