Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 784

Chapter 784: Dancing Princess

Violet woke up to a very distinct voice humming a melody, familiar fingers gently running through her hair.

Roman Draven.

"Hello, darling." Roman was all smiles, his eyes lighting up like Christmas had come early.

"Goddess," Violet groaned, stretching. Her body hurt like hell, almost as if a train had crashed into her and ran her over again and again. The last thing she remembered was—

"Oh shit." She shot upright as memories of the training ground came flooding back.

Roman sat up with her at the same time. "I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not what it looks like—"

But Violet wasn’t listening.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and nearly collapsed, barely managing to brace herself against the wall. Her legs had gone weak, like overcooked spaghetti.

She lost control.

How many people did she hurt?

Violet swallowed.

How many did she kill?

Roman sensed the panic immediately. "No one died," he said quickly. "Annequin handled it. Just some... err... structural damage. Nothing the Fae can’t fix."

Relief hit Violet so hard her knees almost gave out again.

A huge weight left her chest. She would never have forgiven herself if innocent lives had been lost because of her.

"Wait." Her brow furrowed. "Did you say Annequin—"

Before Roman could answer, Griffin walked in carrying a tray. His eyes softened the moment he saw her awake.

"Perfect timing," he said, approaching the bed.

That was when Violet saw the bowl sitting on the tray.

Tonic.

She made a face instantly.

"Come on, love. It’s for strength," Griffin coaxed, lifting the bowl toward her.

Violet sighed and took it reluctantly.

One would think that with how advanced the Fae were, their medicine would be better. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Like most tonics, it looked like a murky poultice—and tasted just as bad. Acrid, thick, and burning down her throat.

Might as well have been cow poop.

Violet downed the rest of the tonic in one go and immediately grimaced, sticking her tongue out like a wronged child.

"Ugh. That’s disgusting."

Roman, who had been watching her with far too much interest, came closer, his smile turning wicked. "Want something sweet?" he winked. "I could kiss the bitterness away."

Violet rolled her eyes, already used to Roman’s antics.

Griffin shook his head in disbelief. "She’s just waking up and you’re already like this."

"Someone always have to be ready for action, if you know what I mean." Roman said without shame.

Then it dawned on her, something, or rather, someone was missing.

She glanced around the room, frowning. "Wait. Where are Asher and Alaric?"

Roman’s grin stalled. He and Griffin shared a look—the quick and silent kind that instantly put Violet on edge.

"They stepped out," Griffin said after a beat. "Shouldn’t be long."

Violet opened her mouth to bombard them with more questions when Asher and Alaric walked in almost together, their presence filling the room.

Violet barely had time to register Asher’s dark, assessing gaze before Alaric spotted her fully awake.

Relief flashed across his face.

"Hey," he breathed.

Then he covered the room space in three long strides, cupped her face, and kissed her. It was not rushed nor gentle. It was just the kind of kiss that said thank the heavens you’re safe, and please, don’t ever scare me like that again.

Violet melted into it before she could stop herself. When he finally pulled back, Alaric smacked his lips thoughtfully.

"You taste..." he paused.

Violet raised a brow, waiting.

"...medicinal?"

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