Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Do the Hanky-Panky

Violet woke up to soft kisses being showered on her mating rune, and a small sigh of contentment escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes with a smile at the sight of Griffin.

"Good morning, mate. I bet you had a pleasant night?" Griffin said with a knowing grin.

Violet instantly knew what that flirty grin was for.

They had arrived late to the East Pack after nearly a three-hour flight. Griffin had taken her straight to his room, where they’d done nothing but fuck, sleep, fuck again, and then finally collapse in exhaustion.

"Good morning, mate," Violet responded with a purr. "I did have a pleasant night, even if it was short."

Griffin laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her and warmed her from the inside out.

Supporting himself on his arms, Griffin leaned over her and gently brushed her hair away from her face. It was one of those rare moments where there was no talking, just the quiet intimacy of his fingers combing through hair, and his eyes drinking her in like she was the most sacred thing he’d ever touched.

His hair massage was heaven and Violet closed her eyes, savoring it.

Griffin’s scent was sun-soaked woods and warm amber, laced with the crisp tang of summer citrus that surrounded her. It calmed and anchored her as the bond pulsed within her. It was no longer foreign but not yet entirely familiar either. They were two souls, bound together and still learning each other’s rhythm.

But like all beautiful moments, it didn’t last forever.

"How are you feeling, Violet?"

Her eyes snapped open. She knew exactly what that question was about.

"I’m good," she answered curtly.

"Violet?" he pressed gently.

She reached out and cupped his cheek, saying gently. "I have you, my mate. That’s all that matters."

Griffin took her hand in his and kissed it, slow and reverent. Then he said, "You know I don’t mind, Violet. You can have them if that’s what you want. I don’t care what the pack says or if it’s conventional or not. All I care about is your happiness."

"And what about your happiness?" she asked quietly.

"I told you, I’m good."

"Mates are supposed to be possessive," Violet pointed out.

"I am possessive," Griffin said. "Just not in the way you’d expect. I don’t feel threatened by our little group, our harem, or whatever people want to call it. But the others? Yesterday, I had to fight the urge to rip the heads off the males staring at what’s mine."

"Wow. Sexist caveman energy, much?" she joked.

Griffin laughed but continued, "The point is that when you were with Roman, I didn’t feel that feral rage. Not even when you kissed him. It just felt normal." He huffed. "I guess I sound crazy."

But Violet shook her head, "No, you don’t sound crazy, not to me. And it’s comforting because I’ve been wondering the same thing."

"But then... " She continued, "What if Roman is right? What if it’s just because the bond is new and we are just too emotionally connected as a group. Maybe all it needs is time, and soon, I’ll forget about the others, while you’ll become the center of my universe."

But even as the words left her mouth, her heart ached and Griffin felt the pain through the bond.

His voice softened. "Violet..."

"Shh." Violet hushed him with a finger against his lips. "I don’t want to talk about them. What I want is for you to fuck me until it all fades away. Until you’re all I think about, mate."