Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: The Truth About Friday —2

Roman’s expression brightened the moment he spotted Violet approaching, watching her every step like a predator assessing its prey.

"I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show," he teased.

Violet, however, wasn’t smiling. Without hesitation, she tossed a shirt at his face. "Put that on."

Roman caught it with one hand, his brow arching in question. He lifted the fabric to his nose, sniffing. "Whose shirt is this?"

He could not catch a scent. If anything, it smelled old.

"Doesn’t matter," Violet said icily. "Just wear it, or we’re not having this conversation."

Roman played idly with the fabric."Why?" His voice dipped into something teasing as he let his eyes slowly rake over her, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. "You don’t like what you see?" He gestured toward his bare torso.

Refusing to lower her gaze, Violet kept her expression steeled. "Put. It. On."

Roman sighed dramatically, pouting in a mean moue. "So violent," Then, to her shock, he added in a whisper, "I like it."

Violet’s brows furrowed. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

Thanks to the half moon overhead, its light was just enough for Violet to watch Roman slip the shirt over his head, his muscles flexing as he pulled the fabric down. It fit snugly over his frame, covering enough of his man bits. Thank the gods.

When he was done, he spread his arms wide. "Well? How do I look?

Violet’s response was a sudden heavy slap across his cheek. The playful light in Roman’s eyes vanished instantly.

"You promised you wouldn’t make any request that put me in harm’s way!" she spat.

Pah!

Another slap, this time on the other cheek. Roman took it without flinching. He didn’t even try to stop her. He just stood there, taking it; only grimacing at the sting.

"And yet, you deceived me!" she shouted, her eyes flashing with uncontained fury. "Where is your honor?! What is the worth of your words?!"

Roman’s patience finally snapped.

"It was for your own good!" he yelled at her. He deserved all her violent outburst, but he would not apologize for his actions.

Violet’s breath was ragged, her heart hammering in her chest. She searched his face, trying to understand him. But there were too many thoughts running through her mind, too many emotions warring inside her to get a good read on him.

"More like for your own selfish reasons," she said, voice bitter.

Roman’s eyes darkened. Without warning, he seized her arm, tugging her so close she nearly collided with his chest. Violet’s breath caught.

For a second, she feared he might strike her, so she instinctively felt for the hidden knife in the pocket of her nightshirt. The same knife she had stolen from Asher during the Running Game. She wasn’t foolish enough to meet Roman without some form of defense.

But Roman didn’t hit her. He just held her. His grip was firm but not painful, his body rigid against hers as he sneered down at her.