Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Creatures Of Myth

"Just got off the call with Irene," Alaric reported as he returned to Asher. "She’s contacting her people and raising awareness."

"We don’t have the time for that," Asher replied, a deep frown etched into his face. "Irene’s far enough as it is. Violet doesn’t have that much time. Perhaps it’s some small comfort that they took Griffin along, but we don’t know the situation at hand, and Griffin can’t fend off everyone unless—"

"Unless what?" Alaric asked, studying his face.

Asher tilted his head, implying the answer without saying it. But Alaric understood.

"The Beast," he whispered.

"With the Beast, they have a better chance of surviving," Asher said, his jaw tight. "But the Beast is unreliable. And as much as I trust Violet’s life with Griffin, the same can’t be said with the Beast. I’ll kill him with my bare hands if he lays a hand on her."

"The Beast and Griffin might be different beings," Adele added, "but they share the same psychology. Somewhere in there, Griffin might be able to reach him, and might be able to stop him from harming her."

"Let’s hope so," Asher said tautly, his mind clearly made up.

"Any progress?" Alaric asked, turning to Roman, who was in his wolf form, spinning in agitated circles at the T-junction a few miles from Asher’s property.

With his deep connection to his animal side, Roman was the best tracker among them all. But right now, something was off. His snout twitched erratically, confused and frustrated.

"I don’t like the look of this," Asher muttered, just as Roman shifted back into his human form.

"They did something to throw off the scent," Roman said, voice taut with frustration. "I can’t track anything beyond this perimeter."

"Wouldn’t surprise me. They managed to kidnap a cardinal alpha, masking their scent wouldn’t be a stretch."

Roman let out a strangled groan. This was his way of helping Violet and yet, now, he was useless.

He stormed off the road, heading toward the closest tree, and then began punching it, throwing all his rage into every blow.

"Oh great," Asher deadpanned. "The team’s officially losing it."

Alaric quickly went after him. "Hey! Stop it!"

"No, leave me! I’m practically useless!"

Alaric grabbed him. "Who said you’re useless?"

"I can’t track her!" Roman snapped. "And that’s the only thing I can do for her! I’m not as smart as you or Asher. I’m not as strong as Griffin. All I’m good at is making stupid, corny jokes that don’t help anyone!" He slammed his fist into the tree again.

Alaric didn’t hesitate, he yanked him into a hug and held the South Alpha tight, refusing to let go. Roman didn’t fight it. He just leaned into him, exhausted.

"You are not useless, Roman," Alaric said, running a hand through his hair in a calming gesture. "We were caught off guard, that’s all. And your jokes? They’re not stupid. They’re... kind of funny. Most times."

Roman lifted his head. "So you like them?"

Alaric immediately saw the trap. This was it. The price of reassurance was now eternal suffering through Roman’s terrible jokes. But still, he nodded. "Yes, they’re funny, Roman."

It happened too fast. Roman smooched him on the lips.

"That seals it, brother! We’re united now! Not just by our bond to Violet, but by DNA!" he declared.

"You fucking bastard!" Alaric yelled in horror, lunging after Roman, who took off with a grin, knowing exactly what he’d done.

"A gentle reminder here," Adele called out dryly, "we still can’t track your girlfriend, Violet!"

"At this point, just hire a fucking witch to do a location spell!" Roman yelled between peals of laughter, still dodging Alaric’s wrath.

"Fuck! He’s right!" Asher spun around, eyes lighting up. "A witch would find her faster. Roman, you genius."

Roman skidded to a stop just in time for Asher to reach him, grab him, and plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

Roman froze, completely blindsided. What the actual fuck just happened?

Did Asher just...?

They were all brothers now, united in DNA!