Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: The Truth About Friday —1

"Don’t. Make. A. Sound," Roman warned again, just in case she had any other bright ideas.

At first, defiance blazed in Violet’s eyes, but the seriousness in his voice told her he meant every syllable. So she grudgingly forced herself to relax.

That was when she felt it.

The full weight of Roman’s body pinning her down. His naked chest flattened against hers, the heat of his skin scorching through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. And worse, something else —very much not flaccid—nudged her thigh.

Her eyes widened in alarm, a new kind of awareness crashing over her.

Roman smirked, clearly enjoying the realization that dawned in her gaze.

"Get off me, asshole," she snarled into his palm.

Roman studied her for a moment, his keen senses reading her body language. Then, as if deciding she wasn’t a threat, he slowly lifted his hand from her mouth. Except that was his first mistake.

The second he showed that sliver of trust, Violet snapped her knee up, aiming for the most vulnerable part of him.

But Roman didn’t carry the nickname "the fox" for nothing. Anticipating the attack, he caught her leg with infuriating ease, his fingers curling around her calf before she could land the blow. He held her there, a dark, knowing look gleamed in his eyes, as if to say, Nice try.

That smug look sent heat rushing to Violet’s face, not out of embarrassment, but sheer frustration.

Bastard.

Fine. If she couldn’t fight him, she’d wake the whole damn dorm.

"Li—!"

Before she could finish, Roman’s hand was on her mouth again, muffling her again. But Violet wasn’t one to be silenced easily. This time, she bit him hard enough that she almost tasted blood.

Roman jerked his hand away with a low growl, giving her just enough space to wriggle out of his grasp. Violet rolled off the bed, landing hard on the floor, but she was up in an instant, scrambling toward the door.

"Lila! Lila!" she hollered.

"Shit!" Roman cursed under his breath. He knew he had seconds before the entire dorm was awake.

"Don’t drag anyone else into this," he said urgently. "I’m only here to talk to you, not to harm you."

Violet ignored him, gripping the doorknob, ready to run.

"It’s about Elsie."

She froze.

Her fingers hesitated on the cold metal handle, her mind warring with itself. Elsie? No. She couldn’t trust him. The last time she put faith in Roman, look where she was.

As if sensing her doubt, Roman added, "On the gods and the living, I swear it."

Violet shouldn’t trust him. She knew that.

But something in his expression spoke some measure of sincerity she couldn’t quite dismiss.

But then, a sharp knock rattled the door.