Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836: Not Yet Functional

"So this is it?" Violet asked, looking down at the butterfly resting inside the glass case, her brows pulling together with interest.

"Yeah." Alaric scratched the back of his neck, a boyish flush creeping up his face. "I just thought it would be sort of symbolic."

He looked away from Violet and back to the tiny creature. "Like... it flies off to find its target, and when it does, it lands on them. In a way, kind of poetic."

Alaric gave a small shrug, suddenly looking almost embarrassed by his own idea.

When no answer came from Violet, he slowly dared to lift his head, only to find Violet staring at him.

"I like it," she said, beaming at him.

One would think that now they were mated, the intensity of their attraction would settle. But that was not the case.

If anything, it had only heightened. And right now, there were about a million butterflies rioting in Alaric’s stomach.

"Ugh." He couldn’t help it anymore. He groaned and turned away from her.

"What’s wrong?" Violet asked, though if one listened carefully, they would catch the teasing in her voice.

"You know exactly what you’re doing, Violet," Alaric muttered, so red now he looked like an overripe tomato.

A chuckle slipped from Violet’s lips. Then she moved toward him, and when he turned the other way, she followed.

"Stop it," he told her, even though he clearly did not mean it. He was just so painfully shy.

"No, I want to see your face!" Violet insisted. "You look so cute when you blush."

In her haste, her arm nearly knocked against the glass cover.

"Careful," Alaric said quickly, his expression changing at once. "We’d be doomed if anything happened to it."

"Sorry," Violet said, immediately more careful.

Then the both of them simply stared at each other, the air between them growing warmer, heavier, and far more dangerous.

Violet slowly lifted his hand. Then, like a spider crawling with wicked intent, she used two fingers to trail up his wrist, then his palm, until she finally fitted her hand against his and intertwined their fingers together.

"Thank you," she said to him. "Thank you for fighting so hard for my mother." The teasing in her voice was long gone, replaced by a vulnerable look.

"You don’t need to thank me, Violet." Alaric’s voice was quiet, but the conviction in it was enough to still the air around them. "You know I would do anything for you, my mate."

And he meant every word of it. Alaric’s

voice carried the kind of certainty that said if Violet asked for the world, he would go to war just to lay it at her feet.

Something inside Violet burst wide open at that. Before she could think better of it, she launched herself into his arms and their lips met with urgency. It was a fast, hungry and a little messy kiss.

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