Chapter 610
Violet Purple woke up with a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. She had never thought she’d actually pull it off, but she had missed Asher so badly that she’d thrown caution to the wind and tried reaching him through the dream.
And it worked.
The memory hit her like a spark, heat rushing to her cheeks. Saints, she could still feel his kiss, every touch, and every way he had her. Her body tingled in such a way she could almost swear the dream had been real.
Still smiling, Violet turned, and froze.
Alaric was wide awake. His piercing blue eyes watched her with quiet amusement, head resting lazily on one arm.
“Y-you’re awake,” she stammered, feeling her heart trip over itself.
“Of course,” Alaric replied smoothly. “Not even a dead man could sleep through your moans.”
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Goddess, no.
Color flooded her face as she yanked the sheets over her head.
“Don’t be shy,” Alaric teased her, ” I mean, It was oddly sexy watching you moan and writhe in your sleep.”
“Shut up!” Violet yelled from under the covers, mortified beyond words.
Alaric chuckled, “What? It was a sweet dream, huh?”
He added wickedly, “Next time you plan a secret rendezvous with Asher, give me a heads-up. While he keeps you busy in the dream realm, I’ll handle the real thing, so you don’t end up humping the air.” TĘśe source of this á´„ontent ÉŞs.net
And that was it, Violet had had enough.
She turned fast, fire flashing in her eyes as she straddled Alaric, pressing him down against the bed.
Violet landed a playful but firm smack on his chest. “One more word and I swear I’ll kill you,” she warned.
Alaric winced dramatically, clutching his chest. “Violence against the injured. You’re one cruel mate.”
Violet rolled her eyes.
But before she say a word, the world spun. A gasp left her lips as Alaric flipped her beneath him in one swift, effortless motion. She landed on her back with a soft thud, and his smirk—the slow, arrogant kind—appeared over her.
“Still think you can win?” He taunted her.
Something primal sparked inside Violet. Thalia, her wolf, stirred within her at the challenge. Suddenly, the air was charged with that primal tension only wolves understood.
Violet didn’t answer. Instead, she twisted her hips, using her strength to flip him back over. Alaric hit the mattress with a grunt. His eyes glowed as his wolf rose, that dangerous Alpha energy bleeding through his control.
He snarled at her, and the sound shot straight through her veins. But instead of fear, it filled her with a wild, playful, and intoxicating feeling.
Alaric’s grin deepened. “You really want to play this game?”
“Oh, I’m not playing,” Violet breathed, and the tension between them thickened until it was hard to tell if they were fighting or flirting.
In an instant, Alaric rolled her again, pinning her wrists above her head. They’d reached the edge of the bed now, the world narrowing to the sound of their breaths and heartbeats colliding. His gaze dared her to move.
But Violet never backed down.
A sly glint lit her eyes right before she hooked her legs around his waist and twisted. They both tumbled off the bed, hitting the ground with a thud that rattled the floorboards.
This time, she landed on top.
Alaric’s breath caught as she pinned his arms to the floor, her hair tumbling down like a violet curtain between them. Her razor sharp teeth had descended now, gleaming dangerously. For a moment, her features shifted—half lupine, her wolf showing through her human skin.
She looked like power incarnate.
But Alaric wasn’t one to submit. His own wolf surged forward, his blue eyes burning as he flipped her one last time. She landed beneath him again, breathless and trapped, their legs tangled, their hearts beating wildly against each other.
She struggled, but every movement only made it worse. The friction, and the closeness was unbearable.
“Submit,” Alaric growled, his voice rough, vibrating through her chest.
Thalia bristled in defiance, baring her teeth through Violet’s lips. She would not yield.
But then Alaric’s wolf growled back, a deep, thunderous sound that made the walls tremble. It wasn’t just dominance, but pure power.
Violet’s breath hitched. Thalia finally lowered her head, baring her throat in instinctive submission.
She did not submit out of fear, but respect. Wolves exposed their necks only to those they trusted, and accepted as their equal. After all, one wrong move could mean death.
She trusted her mate.
Alaric froze above her, his chest heaving. The sight of his mate, trusting him with her life, sent an thrilling feeling roaring through him.
A growl rumbled low in his chest as Alaric leaned down. His lips brushed against her neck, right where Griffin’s rune was carved on her skin.
The touch sent a violent shiver through her body.
Her hands clenched around his arms as he kissed her again, slower this time, the heat of his breath burning through her veins. The second kiss lingered, and her heart nearly gave out from how intense it felt. Every nerve in her body screamed for more.
Alaric lifted her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured darkly, his voice rough.
Before she could answer, he kissed her.
Hard. Deep. Desperate.
Violet melted instantly, her hands sliding up his neck as her lips moved against his in sync with his hunger. He kissed her like he was claiming her soul, like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this exact moment.
The air turned heated. His breath mingled with hers, their wolves howling within.
Her body responded on instinct, arching into him, craving more, and when he deepened the kiss, her head spun.
Then, just as her fingers brushed the edge of his waistband—
Knock. Knock.
The sound shattered the moment like glass.
Alaric and Violet froze, their ragged breaths filling the silence.
Violet lifted her gaze and glared at the door. She was going to kill whoever that was.