Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 468: Dangerous Fever

Violet woke with a strange fever.

Last night had been nothing short of amazing, but now, she felt wretched. Her head was foggy, her throat dry and scratchy, as if she’d swallowed sandpaper in her sleep.

But worst of all was the heat.

It wasn’t just a fever but a gnawing, pulsing warmth radiating through her body and settling low in her core.

Instinctively, her hand reached out for her boyfriends. She needed them. Any of them. All of them. But the bed was empty.

Violet forced her eyes open, blinking past the haze to realize that she was alone. No, it can’t be. She wanted them.

Hence, Violet forced herself to rise on unsteady feet, using the wall for support. How did she become like this? The boys must have dressed her in the nightgown she now wore because she didn’t remember doing so. But even now, the clothing on her skin felt unbearable and irritating. She wanted nothing on. Just her bare skin.

With effort, Violet took a breath and moved forward, driven by instinct rather than thought. It was strange, but she could smell them. Their scents were everywhere:

Sun-soaked woods and warm amber, infused with hints of fresh summer citrus.

Smoked cedar and dark spice softened by night-blooming jasmine.

The intoxicating scent of pineapple and whipped cream.

Ozone and rain-soaked earth with the warmth of amber and sweet vanilla.

It was dizzying the way the scents wrapped around her, invading her senses. The air was so thick with it she could choke. Violet inhaled it anyway—because she needed it—and immediately regretted it. Heat stirred in her belly, and rushed between her legs. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Goddess help her. What was happening to her?

By some miracle, she made it downstairs, clutching the railing as if her legs might give out at any moment. The scents led her like a siren’s call and she followed, unable to help it.

She found them in the kitchen, gathered around the counter, deep in discussion. They felt her presence before they saw her and the conversation trailed off. Four heads turned, their eyes locking onto her and everything stopped.

Two things happened at once.

Their nostrils flared, scenting her arousal, and their eyes darkened.

But it was Roman that frightened her most.

He looked feral.

A snarl escaped from his lips, his entire body going taut with tension.

And then he rushed at her. noveldrama

"Roman, no!" someone shouted.

But it was too late.

Roman was in her face before Violet could blink and then he crashed his lips against hers.

Maker of the universe.

A moan slipped from her the instant their mouths collided, her body instinctively grinding against him. His touch was fire and comfort all at once, a balm to her burning nerves, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

So she kissed him deeper, hungrier, with raw, wanton need. Their lips and tongues clashing in a frantic, greedy war for dominance and longing neither of them wanted to escape.

But the moment was short-lived, Roman was ripped away from her.

Violet couldn’t even tell who had snarled—her or Roman—but the sound was deadly and deeply concerning.

"She’s in heat, you idiot!" Asher barked, shoving him back. "You’ll die if you sleep with her!"

But Roman was beyond reason now, far too consumed with lust. He lunged for her again, and Violet, just as lost, was ready to welcome him back into her arms.

Consequences be damned. She wanted him.

Before Roman could reach her, Griffin slammed him into the wall with force, pinning him there.

"We have to do something about him!" he barked at the others, struggling to keep Roman in place.

Alaric glanced at Asher. "You feel it too, don’t you?"

Asher’s jaw was tight as he nodded. "It’s the full moon. Roman’s always had the weakest leash on his primal urges than the rest of us thanks to his ability."

Violet let out a strangled moan as a fresh wave of desire crashed through her. She doubled over, clutching her stomach. "Help me!" she cried, her voice hoarse and pleading.

That was the trigger.

Roman’s skin shimmered, then split in patches to reveal iridescent green scales. His pupils narrowed into slits, and his tongue flicked out, unnaturally long.

"Uh-oh," Griffin muttered, eyes widening as he dove to the side just in time as a stream of paralyzing venom shot past him and hit the wall instead.

"I definitely can’t handle this guy!" Griffin shouted for backup.

"We need to get him out of—" Alaric began, but the words faltered as a wave of Violet’s arousal hit him square in the face. It wasn’t subtle but overpowering, clawing into his senses like a drug.

"Oh no..." Alaric whispered, already feeling his control slipping as his wolf rose to the surface.

His eyes locked onto Violet.

She was leaning back against the wall, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, and one of her hands shamelessly between her legs, with the other cupping her breast. Soft moans fell from her mouth, calling onto him.

She looked like everything he wanted. Everything he needed. So why wasn’t he inside her already?

Alaric didn’t realize he was walking toward her until a fist collided with his face. He reeled back, dazed, blinking up at Asher, who was panting and wide-eyed.

"Snap out of it, you idiot!"

Asher tried to keep his expression neutral, but Alaric saw the lust in his dilated pupils and the tension in his jaw. Even he wasn’t immune.

Chaos reigned around them.

Griffin and Roman were locked in a violent scuffle, the kitchen torn apart. Roman’s eyes were glowing, his claws slashing wildly at Griffin who tried to stop him from getting to Violet.

"You’re the only one who can stop him, I can’t get into his head." Asher told him.

Alaric didn’t wait. He summoned his lightning and hurled a bolt straight at Roman’s chest.

The impact knocked Roman off his feet, and he collapsed, convulsing from the electric shock coursing through him.

Griffin staggered back, panting hard, his pupils blown wide.

The three alphas stood frozen for a moment. All of them were breathing like they’d run a marathon, sweat clinging to their skin, lust still clawing at the edges of their minds.

Asher steadied himself and pointed to Violet. "Take care of her. We’re getting out of here."