Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Roman and Violet Sitting On A Tree….

Violet asked, “What do you think we should do, Micah?”

Micah’s expression was thoughtful, his eyes half-lidded like he was weighing too many things at once. “For now,” he said, “I’ll try looking into the presidential candidates and flagging down whoever Father is sponsoring. But knowing Angus, he’ll be careful. He doesn’t make mistakes unless his ego blinds him, and that day we met, I think it did. Good thing about confidence, it makes people slip.”

He shifted, straightening his jacket as though signaling the conversation was over. “That’ll be all for now. I’ll keep in touch. Should you ever need my help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Almost immediately, the words tumbled out of Violet’s lips. “About that, I need your help with something.”

Micah’s brows rose. “What is it?”

Her throat tightened, but she forced it out. “I don’t think Alaric is safe. We plan to go rescue him tomorrow.”

Micah’s sharp inhale told her he hadn’t expected that. His gaze flicked toward the garden beyond, as though thinking over every possible consequence. “Escaping under Elijah’s nose is going to be difficult,” he admitted. “But not impossible. What do you need from me?”

“I don’t need you to do anything reckless,” Violet said firmly. “The Cardinal heirs have leverage. Elijah won’t move too hard against them, they’re his ‘heirs,’ and saving face matters more to him than killing them. But you…” She met Micah’s eyes. “He has no reason to spare you. All I want is information. I just need to know how Alaric’s holding up. Surely you’ve got contacts in the North—”

Then, trying to lighten the conversation, she added with a small grin, “Or maybe you can make a trip to hell and find out if someone from the North Pack died with news about him.”

Micah’s lips quirked, the faintest smile tugging his features. “I have contacts in the North,” he said evenly. Then, with a dryness that made Violet pause, he added, “And trips to hell aren’t exactly fun.”

The clipped edge in his tone hinted there was more behind those words than he wasn’t willing to share. Violet sensed it, but she didn’t push. They were only just beginning to trust one another; she wasn’t going to ruin it with pressure.

To clear the air, she forced a small laugh. “I bet the rat epidemic is over by now. I’ll wait for your news, then.”

“Sure.” He replied casually.

“See you later, brother.”

Violet didn’t know what possessed her to call him that, but the word was already out before she could stop herself. Micah froze mid-step, clearly caught off guard. Then slowly, a huge grin broke across his handsome face.

“Brother, huh? That’s a dangerous promotion.” His grin turned sly. “See you too, lil’ sis.”

Violet rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest betrayed her. She actually liked the sound of it—though she’d never admit that to his face.

And just like that, they stepped out of the dark glasshouse together, the faint hum of the party reaching their ears again. But when they reached the garden path, they split without a word, each of them headed in different directions.

Violet had braced herself for tension the moment she returned to the garden. She imagined walking into the scene of Elijah’s wrath bearing down on Roman after that reckless stunt earlier. Instead, what greeted her was laughter, glasses clinking, and couples spinning to the rhythm of live music.

Huh? Violet blinked, confused. Where was the punishment? Where was Elijah’s fury?

But her thoughts shattered with a scream.

Violet yelped as her feet left the ground and the world spun around her. Strong arms had hooked her waist, twirling her up like she weighed nothing. The Matebond thrummed, buzzing with recognition through her veins.

“Roman!” Violet shrieked, her voice half outrage, and half laughter, as her vision blurred with dizzy circles.

Roman only chuckled lightheartedly, his grin wide and infuriating. “You love it.”

“I’m going to kill you when my feet touch the ground!” she promised, though her laughter betrayed her threat.

Almost at once, Roman lowered her, setting her gently back on her heels. Violet stumbled, but his hands tightened around her waist, catching her before she could fall. Instinctively, her own arms looped around his neck, clinging to him, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths.

Her heart was pounding, not just from the spin but from him.

The corners of Roman’s eyes crinkled as he looked at her. His green eyes shone with such unguarded joy that Violet forgot about everything.

God help her. Roman didn’t even realize it, but he lit up her whole world like no other.

The two of them were locked in a stare now, the air sizzling with raw tension. Violet couldn’t even tell who moved first — all she knew was that their mouths crashed together halfway, and a deep, appreciative moan slipped from her lips as the bond exploded to life like fireworks under her skin.

Roman hauled her closer until she was pressed flush against him. The hard wall of muscle beneath his shirt flexed, powerful enough to crush her if he wanted but Violet didn’t care. She wanted to be consumed.

Their mouths worked against each other with both hunger and sweetness, a push-and-pull that left her dizzy. Roman dragged her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling until it hurt, then smashed his mouth back down on hers in a fevered rhythm. Again and again.

Their hot and slick tongues tangled, tasting, sucking, and demanding more. Each time they shifted, their mouths angled differently — tilting, sliding, and finding new ways to deepen the kiss, as though trying to map every last inch of the other.

For those burning seconds, the rest of the world had long since faded into nothing. There was no garden, no guests, and certainly, no king. Only them.

Then the world crashed back with a roar of applause.

They broke apart, startled, and only then did Violet realize every guest was watching, clapping like they’d just been entertained on stage. Heat flared across her cheeks, not from the kiss but from the crowd’s shameless approval.

“Gods,” Violet muttered under her breath, “can’t a girl get some privacy around here?”