Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 640

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

"You should be careful with this bargain," Asher said suddenly, stepping closer until his body shadowed hers completely. "I don’t trust a word those creatures say."

And surely, it wasn’t a coincidence that his broad frame blocked Lucen from view.

Violet noticed but said nothing. There was no point in feeding their jealousy.

"I know," she said, her tone touched with appreciation. "I’ll be careful." She reached for his hand and squeezed gently. "Besides, I have you here with me. You won’t let anything happen to me."

Something in Asher’s chest loosened. The insecurity that had been clawing at him since they arrived seemed to fade under her words. Their gazes locked, the air charging with attraction once more.

Then Alaric’s voice cut through it.

"Dude," he said dryly, "can’t you get some clothes?"

Lucen arched a perfect brow, completely unbothered. "Why? Does it bother you? Can’t keep your eyes off me?"

Griffin snarled before he could stop himself, his jaw flexing. He was one breath away from throttling the annoying Fae.

He took a good, deliberate look at Lucen — lean, tall, sculpted — and 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 of strength, Griffin was confident of winning.

Lucen tilted his head, that sly grin never faltering, clearly enjoying every spark of tension he was causing.

Violet’s eyes narrowed. As fascinated as she was, she had to be careful around this one. Fae were tricksters after all.

Thankfully, Rhara and Lila finally arrived, and the tension lessened.

Lila carried a small, golden box in her hands and Violet’s eyes locked on it immediately, curiosity sparking. "What’s in there?"

"This," Lila said, holding it up, "is something very precious."

Then she opened the lid slowly, reverently, as though unveiling a relic of the gods. Inside, nestled on a bed of soft white silk, lay a pearl necklace, each orb shimmering with an inner light. The pearls weren’t uniform; each seemed to carry its own hue, pale blues, faint golds, and deep whites that glowed as though alive.

"It was a gift," Lila explained. "From 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 mother ever owned."

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