Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 588: Interrupted Fever

They took their lovemaking to the bathroom, where Alaric worshipped her body in so many ways Violet could no

longer walk. By the the was done with her, every inch of her ached, a delicious soreness that made her

breath hitch with every tiny movement.

She was so sore it hurt.

Alaric, thoroughly pleased with himself, scooped her up in his arms like a princess and carried her back to the

room, his grin full of dark satisfaction.

They were not alone in the room. Servants were bustling around, and Violet had no idea if they had been

standing outside waiting for them to finish. Still, the evidence was clear: the sheets were changed, the bed

neatly arranged—well, until Alaric tossed her onto it.

"Alaric...!" Violet squealed, half laughing, half protesting as she tried to scramble away. But he was already

pinning her down, his weight caging her in.

To make matters worse, they were still not alone. Two servants were hurrying to finish the last of their cleaning,

moving like their lives depended on it, clearly desperate to leave before another show began.

Violet's gaze snagged on one of the maids, and something about the girl felt off. There was a strange aura

around her that felt off, almost like she was carrying dark shadows around her. Violet blinked, thinking maybe it

was exhaustion messing with her senses. But when their gazes met, the girl flinched slightly, startled.

Violet's instincts screamed at her, a prickling sensation crawling along her skin. She was about to look deeper

when Alaric’s mouth captured hers.

"Wait—" Violet tried to protest, her words muffled against his lips.

But Alaric wasn’t having it. He deepened the kiss, and every coherent thought in her brain promptly

disintegrated. Heat surged through her as she melted into him, one hand wrapping around his neck, the other

tangling in his silky white hair.

A moan slipped past her lips when his tongue teased the roof of her mouth, coaxing hers to dance with his.

Goddess, he was so good.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, Alaric’s eyes were glowing with unrestrained happiness.

"Wow," Violet whispered, stunned.

For the first tsince their sex marathon began, she saw him blush. It was a flash of the sweet, slightly nerdy

Alaric she'd fallen for—though she wasn’t complaining about this wild, passionate version that Roman had

clearly corrupted.

Then Violet remembered the strange maid. She turned quickly, scanning the room but there was no one there,

only a steaming tray of breakfast they had clearly left behind.

"You must be hungry," Alaric said, noticing the food as well.

As if on cue, Violet's stomach growled, betraying her. Alaric chuckled, then rose gracefully from the bed and

lifted the tray.

The warm and savory hit Violet first and she nearly moaned.

Alaric set it on the bed carefully, as though serving a queen. Well, his queen. There was a spread of food fit for

royalty: steaming bowls of rich venison stew, warm buttered rolls, slices of sweet honey bread, a platter of

roasted root vegetables glistening with herbs, and a small dish of wild berries dusted with sugar.

Violet's mouth watered instantly. She reached for a spoon, but before she could even touch it, Alaric’s hand shot

out, stopping her mid-air.

"Oh, that's not happening, cupcake," he drawled with mock sternness. "I'm feeding you."

Violet groaned, throwing her head back tically. "If you keep this up, I'll turn into the laziest woman alive."

Alaric was not moved. "I don’t care at all," he said firmly. "You can be lazy all you want. You have four mates, and

we'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

Violet frowned, "And who takes care of you guys, huh? | don’t want to be that mate that just takes and takes

without giving anything in return."

"Being our mate is enough of a gift." Alaric said, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

Violet stared right back, unyielding. "And all four of you being my mates is a blessing too. So I'll take care of you

all, just like you take care of me."

Alaric let out an exaggerated groan, falling back slightly. "Fine," he surrendered. "But just for now, letspoil

you."

Violet grinned mischievously. "Fine, young master Alaric."

Alaric rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. He had no idea how the nicknames "Prince Alaric", "Young

Master Alaric", got associated with him, but he suspected it had something to do with the strict way his bloodline

operated— they were almost monarch-like in their traditions.

Alaric began to feed her gently, as if

afraid he might somehow hurt her

with the spoon. It was almost

comical the way he treated her as

though she were dé df Porcelain,

carafull {wing on each spoonful of

warm venison stew before bringing it

to her lips. If even a drop spilled over,

he would immediately dab at her

cheek with a napkin, his face

scrunched in concentration. When he

tore off a piece of bread, it was

always small, as though terrified she

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Violet lifted a brow, watching him fuss over her. "You do know I’m not a baby, right?" she asked challengingly.

"You're my baby girl," Alaric replied smoothly without missing a beat.

Violet burst into laughter, nearly spilling the stew herself. "Gods, that is so corny!"

Alaric only grinned sheepishly, clearly proud of his line. Violet rolled her eyes but let him continue, secretly

touched by how tenderly he cared for her.

Then a wicked idea struck her. When Alaric fed her a ripe berry, Violet parted her lips slowly, drawing it in with

an exaggerated sensuality. Her tongue intentionally brushed over his finger as she sucked the juice away, her

gaze locked on his.

Alaric froze. His pupils blew wide, and

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sexual tension sharp enough to cut.

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The door slammed open.

Both their heads snapped toward the intruder to find Griffin standing there, his expression unreadable.

As soon as Violet saw him, it was as

if her system went into overdrive. Her

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together, driving her to the edge of

madness. The mere memory had her

core clenching in desperate want.

Before the fantasy could get out of hand, Griffin's voice cut through her haze.

"I hope you both got enough sex because we have a fucking problem."

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