Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The Alpha Who Cried Wolf.

Eyes narrowed and with an uneasy feeling curling low in her belly, Violet asked, "What do you mean, bonded with me?"

Roman exhaled heavily, dragging a hand through his already ruffled green hair. "It must have happened that day I shifted into my cat’s form."

The skeptical look that flickered across Violet’s face made Roman’s expression darken. He clenched his jaw before saying, "I’m not kidding, Violet. My animal side is an extension of myself. We are one and the same. Even though I override it as its owner, it still affects me nonetheless."

"And what exactly does this animal side want?" she asked, suspicion still in her voice.

Roman swallowed, "I shift mostly during the night, and after its walk, it..." He hesitated for a second before finishing, "it wants to rest close to you."

There was a beat of silence until her outburst.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

Violet muttered something under her breath, something that sounded an awful lot like,’ Is this your latest tactic to get into my pants?’

Roman’s brows twitched in irritation, but his voice remained calm. "I might have played games before, but I kid you not this time." His eyes burned into hers, unwavering. "I have no control over this. It’s never happened before. If it had, I would have never risked spending time with you. Moreover... You are partially responsible for this as well."

Violet’s expression flashed with anger.

"Don’t you dare put this on me."

Her voice was razor-edged, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Don’t you even dare."

She stepped closer, eyes burning with anger. "I already paid the price, Roman. You cashed in the favor of using Kitten Roman and turned me into a Rogue, remember?"

Roman’s lips parted, but no words came out. His head dipped slightly, and he whimpered.

Violet stilled as a soft, mournful sound left his lips. It was instinctual, sounding like that of an animal. When Roman lifted his head, his usually bright green eyes had dulled melancholic

For a second, just a second, the look nearly enchanted her into compliance. Nearly being the word.

Violet shook her head, breaking out of whatever enchantment that was. "It’s not happening." she said firmly.

"Violet—" Roman’s voice was low, almost pleading. "I give you my word—"

"Sorry," she cut in smoothly, her tone laced with mockery. "But your word bears no weight. Have you forgotten?"

She tilted her head, watching as his expression stiffened. "Right now, you’re like the child who cried wolf."

Roman’s hands curled into fists at his sides. "Then what do you want me to do?" His voice rose with frustration. "I didn’t ask for this unexplainable, spellbinding connection. I just seek time to understand it, and break it."

Violet took a step closer, their atmosphere heated. "So far, since I arrived at this school, you’ve humiliated me in front of everyone by pissing on me, or do you think I’ve forgotten that? You’ve played and betrayed me like a fool. Even now, you tried to seduce me just to get what you want..." she shook her head, "You’re indeed a fox as they call you."

Letting her words sink in, Violet tilted her chin up and locked eyes with him as she continued. "What makes you think I don’t want retribution? What makes you think I don’t want to see you suffer?"

Roman didn’t speak.

Violet’s lips curled coldly. "And I do hope you suffer well. This thing? I hope it eats you alive." _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

She turned sharply, making it clear that this conversation was over. "I hope you stick to our deal and don’t pull me out of my bed for this matter again."

She had barely taken a step away when—

CRACK!.

CRACK! BOOM! CRACK!

Bond her ass.