Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: The Prophecy About Her

"Griffin. Up! Up!"

Violet Purple clapped her hands near his ears, but she might as well have been trying to wake a tree. The man didn’t so much as twitch.

Not that she could blame him.

Last night had been all shades of lawless fun. They’d drunk enough to kill a small horse, and honestly, it was a miracle Violet was even standing. Then again, desperation did wonders. When your goal was to fix a broken relationship and return to your other boyfriends, you learned miracles are possible.

Griffin, however, hadn’t fared so gracefully. His pack brothers had poured drink after drink down his throat in celebration because apparently getting off the "unmated" market meant immediate alcohol poisoning. And this was the glorious aftermath.

"Griffin, please," Violet groaned, dragging her hand down her face. There was no moving him, he was heavy, and dead to the world.

Left with no other choice, Violet went for the nuclear option. She climbed over him and kissed him firmly on the lips. She felt the jolt through the bond before he stirred, though it was something below that moved first.

The next second, Griffin flipped her beneath him like a switch, pressing his body into hers as he kissed her senseless. Violet gasped, her fingers instinctively reaching for his hair, only to remember there was none. She sighed against his lips.

Griffin finally pulled back, grinning. "I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day..." He was already leaning in for another kiss when Violet pressed a finger to his lips.

"Alright, my hot lord, time to get your ass moving. We’ve got a long day ahead, remember?"

"Oh, right," Griffin groaned, rolling off her. "I feel like crap."

"That’s what you get for trying to outdrink an entire pack."

"Noted."

He swung his legs off the bed and without warning dropped his shorts, revealing that unfairly perfect ass. Violet got an eyeful of it.

Griffin glanced over his shoulder with a lazy, knowing smirk. "Care to join me? Might need a hand or two."

Violet raised a brow, her lips twitching. "Tempting, but I’m already dressed," she gestured to her outfit which he clearly hadn’t noticed until now. "So yeah, five minutes, Hale. Chop-chop."

Griffin mock-saluted. "Anything the boss says." And with that, he sauntered into the bathroom.

Violet collapsed back onto the bed, the smile she’d worn for Griffin slipping away like mist.

While on the surface, she looked eager to return, but deep down, she was dreading it. The last confrontation with Roman hadn’t exactly gone well and she had no idea how things stood with Alaric or Asher now. How was she supposed to fix this? Was it even fixable?

Her fingers drifted to the mating rune carved against her neck. If only it had appeared somewhere less blindingly obvious, maybe she could speak to the others without constantly reminding them that fate had chosen Griffin over them.

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