Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656: Her Junior

Ace fucking Storm.

That was who she had called an angel.

The son of the woman who had sent Elsie to nearly drown her all in the name of "getting information" about Violet and Lila’s disappearance.

Yet as he stood beside her, she couldn’t help the way her heart raced like a possessed drum.

After Daisy was rescued, she refused to let anyone wheel her to the infirmary, nor touch her. She was still shaking and traumatized, and the last thing she wanted was strangers hovering over her.

Unfortunately, she needed to be checked, and since her favorite healer, Adele, was gone, the substitute nurse had stepped forward to take over until Ace said he’d do it instead.

Apparently, he had been part of an emergency medical brigade back home and was certified for situations like this.

Alongside his many, many science-nerdy skills.

God. What was she even saying?

Right now, Daisy lay on her bed, wrapped in a warm blanket and dressed in fresh clothes. Her hair was still damp and stiff from chlorine. She looked like a total disaster in front of her underage doctor.

Ace stood over her with the phone flashlight on, tilting her chin gently with two fingers.

"Look me in the eye."

Oh, shit.

Not the eyes.

She was a sucker for stupidly gorgeous eyes like his.

Most girls fell for handsome faces, sharp jawlines, and broad shoulders, you know, the whole alpha male fantasy package.

But her? No. It was the eyes.

"The eyes are the window to the soul," she once read in a book.

Daisy never believed it until now.

Ace’s irises were blue—not just blue, but a shade that looked like a slice of sky had been stolen and trapped inside them. There was a darker ring circling the iris—limbal ring—and the contrast made the color even more intense. His pupil contracted a little under the light.

It was no wonder that her brain immediately switched into weird documentary mode.

When pupils dilate, that’s attraction.

When they constrict, that’s—whatever the opposite is.

Oh god, why was she thinking like a microscope?

"Daisy," He slowly called her name, and dear, lord, her name had never sounded so sexy.

"What?" she whispered, nearly enchanted.

"You’re supposed to follow the light, not analyze my face," Ace murmured.

"W-what? I—I wasn’t analyzing anything," Daisy lied immediately.

His lips twitched. "You muttered ’limbal ring’ under your breath."

Oh fuck.

Daisy swore she felt her soul leave her body. "Did I?"

"You certainly did," Ace said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Of course he smiled.

And of course smiling made him look even more handsome.

Geez. Someone take her away from here.

Her face flushed, Daisy panicked and blurted the only distraction her brain could produce.

"Are you even qualified for this?"

Ace paused. Then he slowly lifted his head and gave her a flat, deadpan stare.

"Isn’t it a little too late asking that now?"

He straightened up, switching the flashlight off.

"Your pupils reacted fine. You’re okay."

He added, "And since you asked, then you should know that If my father would let me take the offers from the many, many universities that wants me, I’d have a degree in medicine by now." He waved his hands, "Apparently, ’I need to grow up properly.’ Whatever that means."

His eyes met her eyes, annoyed and smug all at once.

"And, not to brag, but I have an IQ of 163."

Daisy froze.

163.

That was not normal. That was Einstein-level hot.

Ace kept going, unaware that her brain had flatlined.

"I also have multiple inventions under Storm Enterprises and the latest was just launched weeks ago —"

Daisy lifted a hand, stopping him.

"Okay, genius. I just wanted to know if you could check my vitals. Not build a hospital."

Ace said amused, "You asked if I was qualified. I answered."

Daisy chuckled, "No, that’s not confidence. That’s straight-up bragging at this point.

"Was it?" He teased her.

Daisy cleared her throat. "Well, since we’re apparently whipping out IQs like trading cards, then you should know I have an IQ of 148."

Ace’s mouth went wide. "No way."

"Nope," Daisy said, popping the "p."

"148. Tested twice. I can, in fact, do algebra and cry at the same time" she joked.

"That’s hot!" Ace said without realizing it, his eyes twinkling.

Daisy blushed, unconsciously tugging her hair behind her ear. "Well, not hotter than your 168."

"Yeah," Ace breathed out, rubbing the back of his neck, "apparently it’s the Storm family gene. Something about... uh... strong swimmers or whatever—"

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