Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448: The Secret Footage

Alaric Storm looked like a page ripped straight out of an old-world mafia movie, except he was far more cuter than should be.

He wore a jet-black trench coat that hung open just enough to reveal the tailored, double-breasted suit inside. His crisp black shirt was buttoned up tight, save for the top, where his pale, flawless throat teased the eye.

A black leather gun holster lay snug around his shoulder, while he held a toy gun for effect, and on his head sat a black beret-style flat cap, tilted just right to cast the faintest shadow over one eye.

To top it all, he had a cinger in his mouth to complete the aesthetic, blowing a puff of smoke like he’d been doing this his whole life.

"Well?" Alaric said with confidence. "Do I look like trouble?"

"Foul play!" Roman declared dramatically, standing. "This is foul play. I want a recount. Where’s the judge?"

Griffin paced once like a man trying to do math. "This is unfair, Violet. You gave him a mafia look, like straight-up organized crime Prince Charming, and gave me ruffles and lace!"

"You looked adorable, Moreover, I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like leaning to the dark side." Violet said.

"I wore a superman’s outfit." Asher argued.

Griffin scowled at him. "Try wearing mine."

Alaric removed the cigar with a slow grin. "Not my fault I cleaned up fine as a villain."

"Oh, go to hell," Roman muttered, flopping onto the couch like a scandalized Victorian woman.

"Guys, come on," Violet pleaded. "This is all for fun. Remember, I did wear the clothes each of you chose for me?" She reminded them.

At once, the boys groaned, muttered, and exchanged long-suffering glances.

Roman dragged a hand down his face. "She’s got a point."

Griffin sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Fine."

Asher looked tired. "Let’s just get it over with."

Violet clapped once, delighted. "So ten out of ten for the mafia prince. You’ll be wearing that again."

Alaric bowed slightly with a gleam in his eyes. "Only if you promise to be the one interrogating me, officer."

Unfortunately, that earned a gasp and an eye-roll from everyone at once, especially Roman. He couldn’t believe Alaric pushed him off his throne.

And that marked the end of the shopping spree. It was time to go.

"I’ll be right back," Asher said, vanishing without explanation. Violet didn’t need to ask—she already knew.

A few moments later, Asher reappeared, giving nothing away. But Violet knew he had taken care of their problem. And perhaps that was why she liked Asher, always willing to sacrifice without making a show of it, even when the person he helped might not bother to show appreciation.

"Let’s move." Roman hoisted his share of the mountain of bags. None of the boys allowed the boutique attendants to carry their selections and thanks to that, each had their arms full.

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