Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Alphas’ Exhibit - 1

Roman and Alaric swaggered out of the fitting room to the sharp glares waiting for them—Griffin Hale’s, in particular.

"You do know..." Griffin began, his voice gruff and his breathing heavier than usual, "I can feel everything when you mess with that mating rune."

Roman raised a brow, clearly intrigued. "Interesting," he murmured, a wicked thought already forming at the back of his mind.

Still, he gave an easy shrug. "I had the main course, that’s on him." He tossed the blame without shame, gesturing casually to Alaric.

Alaric didn’t even deny it. "I’m not even sorry. Our girlfriend had a good time." He looked far too pleased with himself.

As if summoned, Violet appeared, and just like that, four pairs of eyes locked onto her at once, drawn like moths to flame.

Violet paused, slightly taken aback by the intensity of their stares, then she squared her shoulders and walked forward confidently.

Still, just to be sure, Violet asked, "Do we have a problem?"

Griffin, ironically the first to complain earlier, was also the first to reply, "Never." Right now, Violet was glowing, her skin kissed with a flush that made her look so sweet he could practically eat her. He swore she’d taste like strawberry rose tartlets drizzled with white chocolate. Yummy.

"No," Roman and Alaric answered almost in sync.

Asher, of course, didn’t bother joining in the chorus. He just said, "You look good."

Thanks to the little moment back there, Violet had ended up changing into a pair of black jeans Asher had chosen, a designer shirt from Griffin, the wristband picked by Roman, and the shoes from Alaric. In short, she was wearing pieces of all of them, quite literally.

Violet trusted their relationship, but she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t difficult for doubt or misunderstanding to creep in. She was dating four different men, all with their own baggage. No way she was going to leave room for unnecessary drama.

"Thank you," she said brightly, before clapping her hands and grinning. "But flattery isn’t going to save you from what’s coming next."

Asher groaned, and Violet smiled at his reaction. Honestly, it was kind of cute.

"So, who’s going first?" she asked.

"Me!" Roman was already standing in front of her like a kid called for recess.

"Alright," Violet chuckled at his enthusiasm. "Let’s start with sunshine-boy."

She took his hand and dragged him forward as he practically skipped beside her.

Fifteen minutes later, Violet emerged from the fitting area with her masterpiece behind her.

"Hello, co-boyfriends!" Roman dramatically strutted out from behind her with a pose, one hand on his hip and the other tossed behind his head.

Griffin, who was sipping a milkshake—where in the world was he even getting all the food from?—spat it out in shock.

"Dude, what the fuck." Alaric burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. God, this was funny.

Even Asher, who tried his best not to show it, couldn’t hold it in anymore. He covered his face, clearly feeling the secondhand embarrassment.

Could one blame him? Even Violet, the mastermind of the whole thing, was failing at stifling her laughter.

Roman Draven was wearing a deep sapphire-blue satin shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest to reveal smooth, sun-kissed skin. The sleeves were snug and cuffed at the wrists, a silver chain glinting under the store lights.

He paired it with white, tight, high-waisted pants that shimmered faintly with a metallic sheen. They hugged every inch of his long legs and sinful hips, flaring slightly at the ankles.

On his feet were black platform boots with a silver star embossed on the side. The finishing touch was a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, hiding his eyes, but not the cocky grin on his lips.

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