Chapter 620

It took less than a minute for the moment to turn awkward, more like it thickened with sexual tension. Violet and Griffin were alone in the bathroom, the air heavy with warmth and the scent of jasmine. The idea of a bath with him was tempting, maybe too tempting.
Griffin looked just as uneasy. He scratched the back of his neck, and Violet noticed something.
“Your hair’s growing,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Griffin ran a hand through his hair and gave a crooked grin. It was longer now, not buzzed like before but not long enough to brush back yet.
“Oh?” he teased, flashing that half-smile that always made her heart skip. “Maybe now that we’re in the Fae realm, you can order a few potions to help it grow faster. Then you can finally satisfy that little hair kink of yours.”
“I do not have a hair kink,” Violet shot back, pretending to sound offended. “I just like your hair.”
“There,” Griffin said with mock satisfaction. “A hair kink.”
That did it! The both of them burst into laughter. But the laughter, just as quickly as it came, faded into silence. Their eyes locked and the bond between them hummed. Violet felt the hot and magnetic pull, and before she knew it, her feet were already moving.
She needed his lips on hers.
Violet was inches away when the door opened, and she spun around so fast she nearly lost her balance, pretending to check herself in the mirror. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
Roman stood in the doorway, his eyes darting suspiciously between them. Then he caught sight of something in the mirror and froze.
“Well, would you look at that,” he said, stepping closer.
Violet asked. “What?”
Roman grinned. “Your aura.”
Sure enough, dark mist glowed around Violet’s reflection, swirling softly like smoke. Roman stood beside her, and his own reflection flared bright green.
“Splendid,” he said proudly, flexing his arm. “Yo, Alaric! Get in here!”
Alaric walked in a moment later, clearly annoyed. “What is it now?”
“Check this out.” Roman gestured to the mirror.
Alaric glanced at his reflection, and froze. An icy blue glow shimmered around him, like frost spreading across glass. “Whoa.”
“I know, right?” Roman smirked. “Just one person left.”
Just like that, Roman disappeared for a second and returned dragging a scowling Asher by the arm.
“What is so important—” Asher stopped mid-sentence. His reflection pulsed with a dark, shadowy aura that was deep as night, and as fierce as his gaze.
The room fell silent. Even he didn’t know whether to be proud or disturbed.
But Violet stepped closer, standing beside him. Her own dark aura merged with his in the reflection until it became one. It didn’t discourage her, instead, she took Asher’s hand and intertwined with hers, then slowly, the color shifted. Darkness turned to purple, glowing deep and alive.
Gasps filled the room.
Violet’s breath caught. For a moment, she simply stared, then whispered in awe, “You’re the yin to my yang… the light to my darkness, even as I am to you.”
Asher stared at their reflection in the mirror, eyes wide with disbelief. The purple glow still shone around them, wrapping their joined figures like a heartbeat of light. Slowly, his gaze shifted to Violet.
The way he looked at her made her breath catch. There was only pure, burning affection in his eyes that seemed to reach into her soul. It was so intense that Violet’s cheeks flushed, and she found herself lowering her gaze, unable to handle the weight of it.
But Asher wouldn’t have it. With one hand, he lifted her chin gently until her eyes met his again. Then, without a word, his lips crashed into hers.
Violet gasped against his mouth, her heart racing. Asher’s kiss was fierce and consuming, like he was drawing life straight from her. Her knees almost gave out, and she clung to him for balance, not realizing there was another warm body behind her until she felt the press of someone’s chest. Hence, she was sandwiched between them.
Asher deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting the roof of her mouth, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as if he could pull her even closer. He kissed her again and again until her lips tingled and her hands trembled against his chest.
When he finally pulled away, his breath was heavy. Asher cupped her face in his palms, eyes blazing with emotion. “You’re mine,” he said with every conviction in him. “In this world and the next. Even in a thousand to come. I’ll love and adore you till my last breath, Violet Purple.”
Violet’s throat tightened, and tears gathered in her eyes. “Then I’ll be by your side for all those thousand years,” she whispered. “I’ll fight for you, live for you, and not even death will keep us apart.”
This time, it was Violet who kissed him soft and slowly, pouring everything she felt into it. When they parted, she leaned her forehead against his, breathing him in.
When she finally turned, her other mates were watching, not with jealousy, but proudly. Like they, too, had felt the power of that promise.
Griffin was the first to step forward. “In this life and the next,” he said, “I’ll be your pillar of strength. Our harem will stand unshaken, no matter what comes.”
Then Roman grinned, sliding in beside him. “And in this life and next,” he declared, “no one’s ever going to get tired of this harem. There’ll be nothing but fun, and a little bit of trouble, courtesy of me.”
That earned a snort from Alaric, who crossed his arms. “In this life and the next,” he added dryly, “I’ll make sure our kids don’t end up as knuckleheads like Roman by contributing my brilliant genes.”
They all burst into laughter.
“Seriously?” Roman groaned, rolling his eyes.
Alaric shrugged with a straight face. “I was just stating my usefulness.”
Roman huffed, though the corner of his lips curved into a reluctant smile.
Violet, glowing with affection, thrust out her hand. “Together, forever?” she asked.
Roman was the first to place his hand over hers. “Together, forever.”
Then Griffin, Alaric, and Asher joined in, their voices ringing through the space, “Together, forever!”
They broke apart laughing, relishing the moment.
Well, until Roman said, “So Are we finally having this bath, or not?”