Chapter 469

A thunderous snarl echoed through the trees, sending the birds on flight. It came from deep within the woods, followed by the rattling clang of chains and another guttural growl.
Asher and Alaric managed to take Roman to one of the cabins in the woods which miraculously had a basement.
Getting away from Violet had cleared their heads. Her intoxicating scent that clouded their thoughts had lifted with the mountain air, but the same couldn’t be said for Roman.
He was too far gone.
Asher had left Alaric in charge and driven to town to gather everything he needed to restrain Roman.
It had been reckless not to track the lunar calendar. But with everything that had happened so far, keeping tabs on the full moon had been the last thing on his damn mind. And now, this was happening.
The basement was dim, lit only by a single bare bulb swinging from a frayed wire.
Roman was on the far end of the room, shackled to the wall with chains bolted into stone. Though his eyes were no longer slitted, it still glowed with a serpent’s malice. He pulled at the chains and it rattled violently while the floorboards groaned as he paced his cage.
“Easy,” Alaric called, standing a few feet away from him, his hands sparkling with lightning just in case.
But Roman bared his teeth at him in defiance. He hadn’t shifted completely, but the effect of the full moon had a cruel grip on him turning him half-creature, half-man, all rage.
“This is the first time I’ve seen him gone this feral.” Asher pointed out, checking him out slowly, careful not to provoke Roman further.
“You think this is because of Violet?” Alaric asked. Not that he too wasn’t suspecting it.
“Hundred percent.”
“The Matebond?”
For a moment, something flickered in Asher’s expression—recognition, maybe—but it was gone just as fast, when he said, “Matebond or not, we can’t let him go to Violet like this. He has to be the one in control, not the animal.”
As if he could understand them, Roman yanked against the restraints, his muscles flexing as growls ripped through his throat. The walls shook with the movement, raining dust on them.
“This place won’t hold him. He’d bring this cabin down on us. By any chance, will we be able to take him back to the academy?” Alaric asked him.
As an academy for werewolves, it had cells built for this situation.
“You look and tell me.” Asher replied, eyes never leaving Roman. “We make do with what we have. We just need to survive the night.”
He added with a sigh. “We’d do everything to keep him restrained until he’s back to himself.”
But as confident as Asher sounded, he knew tonight was going to be a tough one.
Meanwhile back at the cabin
The heat was unbearable.
Round after round of mating, yet her body was never satiated. She was no longer herself but a vessel of wild, aching, and relentless want. Good thing, she had a werewolf mate with the stamina to match.
Griffin took her in every position he could, fucking her hard and fast while Violet matched him, every roll of her hips pulling him deeper.
Just like the many uncountable times, her climax built fast, devastating, and too much all at once.
Violet shattered, her back arching, a scream caught between ecstasy and release leaving her lips as her body pulsed around him. She was light, fire, and stars exploding behind her eyelids.
And finally, she couldn’t request for more. Her body had been stretched beyond its limit. She needed rest and recuperate.
“Sleep now.” Griffin told her, tugging her hair out of her face. He was exhausted himself and needed a bit of rest. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
Violet drifted off in Griffin’s arms, the haze of her heat finally thinning and letting her breathe. Her body ached in the most satisfying way, her breath steadying against the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.
Griffin didn’t let her go. Even in sleep, his arms stayed locked around her like he feared she’d vanish if he loosened his grip. Like that they slept off.
But peace was a fragile thing.
A low growl rumbled in Griffin’s throat before Violet even stirred. His ears perked, sharp and alert, catching something she couldn’t hear yet. His body tensed beneath her like a coiled spring.
“Violet,” he whispered, tapping her cheek. “Wake up.”
She blinked, groggy. “What
“Shh.” His voice was urgent now. “Something’s wrong.”
And then she heard it too, heavy boots on the stairs, muffled voices, and the metallic click of weapons. Thankfully, her fever had eased enough that she could think.
Griffin grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed, tucking her behind the thick wall beside the door just as—
BANG!
The door was kicked clean off its hinges as armed men in black gear stormed in like a flood, rifles raised, faces hidden behind glass masks. Violet didn’t have time to scream.
Griffin didn’t hesitate and leapt at the intruders.
He was a blur of muscle and fury, his claws slashing. The first man didn’t even see it coming as he was down in seconds. The second got a punch so hard he flew across the room. Violet gasped as Griffin tore through them, snarling and fighting like the beast he was born to be.
But they kept coming.
Then came a high-pitched hum, almost unnoticeable, like air tearing itself apart but Griffin froze mid-attack. His eyes widened as he stumbled backward, his body trembling violently. He screamed, clutching his head.
“No!” Violet reached for him.
“Run!” Griffin shouted hoarsely, right before his knees gave way and he collapsed to the floor.
“Griffin!” she screamed.
“God damn it! Go now!”
He managed to get to his feet and attacked the next person that had come for her, clearing a path for her to escape.
“Look for the others!” Griffin shouted, stumbling as he fought another enemy, blood drippling his nose.
Violet did the only thing he told her to do.
She turned and ran.