Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Sorry Don’t Heal Scars

Violet made sure to finish her juice entirely before setting the glass down on the tray. She watched from the corner of her eye as Alaric did the same, draining his glass and placing it beside hers.

Then Violet turned to Lila, whose heated gaze hadn’t lessened one bit, and said, "See, he took it? Now could you give us some privacy?" She was practically begging at this point.

With a self-satisfied huff, Lila walked over and carried the tray with more force than necessary, her tantrum evident as she left without a care, slamming the door shut behind her.

Once the door was shut, Alaric turned to her and said, "How do you even deal with her?"

"Lila is very nice. Moreover, she’s this way towards you. All of them are. You really hurt me, Alaric."

At once, the guilt returned, and Alaric said with his head lowered in shame, "I know, and I’m sorry. It would never happen again. I swore it upon my life." He said it with such conviction it made Violet’s chest tighten with emotion.

She smiled at him. "I forgive you, Alaric Storm."

For a moment, Alaric didn’t move but blinked at her as if unable to believe what he just heard. Then he was up on his feet, pumping his fist with a triumphant "Yes!" before rushing toward Violet, who only realized his intent at the last minute and tried to warn him not to—but it was too late. Alaric grabbed her and twirled her around so much that Violet had to squeal and plead for him to put her down.

Alaric finally set her down, only to drop to his knees. With his eyes shining with determination, he swore, "You will never regret giving me this second chance, Violet Purple. Thank you so much."

Violet’s heart pounded hard in her chest. He sounded so sincere that she felt bad knowing the plan she had in store for him. But everything had been put in motion, and ’sorry’ doesn’t heal scars. She had forgiven him, but there were still consequences for his actions. When he’s done taking the punishment like a good boy, then they could move on to the next phase of their relationship—if he still wanted her then.

Alaric got to his feet, still holding her hand. They stared at each other, the air between them crackling and sizzling with attraction. However, Alaric pulled out of it. Just because she forgave him didn’t mean they were back to how they used to be. He had to give her time to heal from what he did and accept him back. This time around, he’d make sure of it, nothing would get between them.

"I guess I’ll see you tomorrow," he said.

"Yes, tomorrow," Violet answered nervously, not just because the interaction between them had gotten awkward, but because she didn’t know what to do next.

How long till the drug took effect? She wasn’t feeling any different, which seemed to be a good sign that she had drunk from the right cup. He must have taken the drugged one. She could not let Alaric leave this room.

"Wait!" Violet said, moving ahead to block his way before he reached the door.

Alaric lifted a brow in surprise. "What is it?"

Violet’s demeanor suddenly changed, and she purred, "You didn’t actually think I’d let you leave that easily, did you?"

"Huh?" He blinked in surprise.

Then Violet placed a hand on his chest firmly, walking him backward until the back of his legs hit the bed. Alaric looked behind him, then back at Violet with a questioning look.