Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Reject Them All

Nestled in his safe warmth, it was no surprise that Violet’s eyelids began to droop as sleep threatened to drag her into its dark depths. At first, she resisted the lulling call—after all, who knew what this fool would do to her while unconscious? However, fatigue won over, and she decided to risk it.

And sleep, she did, for all of a few minutes because something was poking into her back. At first, Violet ignored it, shifting slightly in the cramped space, desperate to stay within the blissful haze of sleep. But then it poked her again and again, until her eyes snapped open, and her brain immediately caught up to what was happening.

She was swaddled in Roman’s heat, his blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon, but there was no mistaking what was pressing against her considering a certain Alpha was naked behind her.

She clenched her jaw. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

"Behave," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.

There was a beat of silence. Then he said, "Who?" Roman feigned innocence.

Violet ignored him, obviously not in the mood for his games.However, before she could sink back into sleep, "it" poked her again. A slow, bubbling irritation bloomed within her.

"Roman," she said through gritted teeth. "I’m trying to sleep."

Roman hummed, the vibration of his chest resonating through her back."Don’t worry about ’him.’" He admitted shamelessly. "He’s just saying hello. First time meeting you and all."

Violet’s lips twitched despite herself, but she forced the amusement down. She knew Roman and if she encouraged him even once, he’d never stop.

"Well, tell him his greeting is explicit and highly inappropriate," she shot back, her voice oddly cool. The gods knew she had no idea why she was even entertaining this ridiculous conversation.

Roman sighed dramatically. "I can’t."

Her brows furrowed. "And why’s that?"

"Because," he used a falsely timid tone, as if confessing a terrible secret, "he’s big, long, and scary... and I’m afraid of him."

Violet swore she wouldn’t laugh but damn it all, a burst of laughter escaped before she could stop it. And the moment it did, Roman grinned like the smug bastard he was.

He added almost immediately, "He wasn’t lying, though, he does have all those features."

The suggestive undertone in his voice was impossible to miss, but oddly enough, it wasn’t aggressive and didn’t repulse her. Roman was teasing her, and Violet begrudgingly appreciated the lightness of the moment.

It wasn’t until now that Violet realized how dangerous this situation was. She was alone in a secluded treehouse, pressed against a naked Alpha, and if Roman had any ill intentions, there would be no one to stop him.

Yet, he hadn’t tried anything. The thought made a strange and unfamiliar emotion coil in her chest.

"I can tell," she deadpanned, making a point not to move. "It’s poking right at me."

She had no idea why those words left her mouth. It wasn’t flirting. Was it? No. Definitely not. Just a neutral observation.

Right?

"You’re handling this better than I expected, Miss Purple." The contented sound Roman made rumbled right through her and made her feel warm all over. Violet knew at once she couldn’t let whatever this was continue.

"I think I’m warm enough now," she announced, shifting in an attempt to untangle herself.

"No, wait—" Roman reached for her.

The problem was the couch was ridiculously small, so when Violet twisted to get away, she lost her balance. Roman tried to catch her but failed.

With a startled yelp, they tumbled to the floor in a tangled heap with Violet flat on her back, and Roman on top of her. Violet gasped as the air whooshed from her lungs, leaving her momentarily stunned.

For a long, charged second, neither of them moved until Roman lifted his head, their eyes locking in the dark. Those piercing green orbs of his glowed strongly, almost hypnotically, and Violet felt her heart stutter in her chest.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Even without light, she knew exactly what that look in his eyes meant. He was going to kiss her.

Violet’s breath hitched in her throat. Roman’s face was so close she could feel the warmth of his breath as he leaned in slowly.

God help her!