Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Hungry Bond

Violet slept through most of the day. She should have known that would happen after letting Roman "help" her fall asleep.

Goddess knew he took far too much pride in pleasing her. Since they couldn’t "do" it yet out of respect for Asher, Roman had found other, inventive ways to leave her satisfied. It was no wonder he’d earned the title God of Pleasure.

Not that she was complaining.

When Violet finally stirred, the bedroom was as silent as a graveyard. For a moment, panic ran through her until she realized her mates had probably left her to rest.

Sure enough, there was a note on the bedside table:

Sleep well, darling. We’re taking the chance to explore the palace and will wake you when it’s time for dinner with the Queen.

Xoxo, Asher. Roman. Alaric. Griffin.

Beneath it, another line was scrawled in a different hand: And Roman again.

Violet couldn’t help the small snort of laughter that escaped her. Roman was as delightful as a child.

Well, since she was up, she might as well start preparing for dinner.

Violet slipped out of her clothes and walked naked to the bathroom. The Fae orbs glowed to life on their own, bathing the room in a soft, golden light. Since everything in the suite had been designed with human comfort in mind, it wasn’t hard to run her bath.

There had to be something magical about the water here because the moment Violet settled into the tub, warmth enveloped her. The soothing sensation seeped deep into her bones, and she could have drifted there forever, untroubled.

The soap she used was a delightful mix of lavender and vanilla, the scents blending into a calm, sweet fragrance that filled the air. It was a luxury that made her forget, just for a moment, that she was in a foreign realm.

Violet murmured under her breath, "If only there was music, then the mood would be perfect."

No sooner had the words left her lips than a soft melody began to fill the room. A woman’s voice rose in harmony with the swell of unseen instruments.

"What in the Fae..." Violet whispered, sitting up slightly.

Her gaze moved around the room, searching for the source, but there were no speakers, no orchestra, and no trace of magic she could pinpoint. The sound seemed to come from the walls themselves.

The realization made Violet laugh. The house’s sentient, alright. That would take some getting used to.

The music was hauntingly beautiful, reminding her of the classical symphonies from earth realm, yet the lyrics were sung in the lilting, melodic language of the Fae.

That alone gave it an otherworldly pull, the voice seeming to reach right into her chest, tugging gently at her soul. So Violet closed her eyes, and let the music wash over her.

Violet had no idea how long she’d been soaking since the water never turned cold, probably enchanted to stay warm always.

She’d long since lost herself to the lull of the music when the sudden knock on the door broke her trance. She looked up, startled to see her sudden visitor.

Griffin stood there, leaning casually against the doors frame, his arms folded over his chest.

He gestured toward the door. "It was open. I took that as an invitation. Hope you don’t mind."

Violet straightened instinctively, the frothy suds clinging just high enough to preserve her modesty. "Come in, then," she said.

Griffin pushed off the frame, stepping closer and as if the room itself had been waiting for that cue, the door swung shut on its own.

The golden glow of the Fae orbs deepened into a sultry red, and the gentle classical tune shifted seamlessly into a slow seductive tune. A deep voice joined the melody, and this time, the lyrics were unmistakably human and explicit.

"...you will drink from her breast forever..."

Violet was stunned at the swift changes.

Of course the house would choose that moment to get creative.

Not that Violet didn’t want it, God, she did. But she didn’t trust herself around her mates, alone. The bond had been pulling at her since her arrival but she couldn’t give in.

And from the dark, smoldering look in Griffin’s brown eyes, she knew he was fighting it too.

Griffin came to kneel beside the tub, his gaze softening as it met hers. Steam curled between them, carrying the scent of lavender and vanilla from the bath.

"Do you want help with your hair?" he asked, and waited anxiously.

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