Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Cursed Day

Alaric Storm, strangely enough, had slept well throughout last night, his body feeling oddly refreshed. With his sharp nose, he picked up Violet’s scent saturating the room. It was soothing, like warm velvet wrapping around him, and it was no wonder he stretched out like a satisfied cat, turning to the other side of the bed, ready to drift back into sweet sleep.

Suddenly, there was a low groaning from above. But Alaric didn’t think much of it. Or rather, he ignored it, assuming it was nothing.

And that was when the crash happened.

A whole chunk of plaster, complete with crumbling beams and a suspiciously heavy wooden plank, detached itself from the rafters and made a beeline for his regal face.

WHUMP!

Alaric jolted awake, instantly buried in white dust and what looked like the ghost of ceiling past. Paint flakes fluttered around him like snowflakes, the dust clogging his nose and making his eyes water.

He hacked like an old man on his deathbed, clutching the sheet like a lifeline—only to slam his head against the bed frame mid-cough, letting out a string of colorful curses.

"Goddess help me!" Alaric shouted, spitting out what might have been a piece of old cobweb, and possibly a dead insect. Fuck his life. What kind of bad luck was this, this early in the morning?

There were no fatal injuries — small mercies — but he could definitely feel a bruise blooming under one eye, maybe a split lip where the plaster had smacked him too lovingly. As if that was not enough, a tiny cut ran down his temple, just enough to sting annoyingly.

He managed to crawl out from beneath the ruin and staggered to his feet like a drunk, only for the floorboard to snap beneath his feet and he flung face-first into the wall with a very undignified thud. Another layer of dust rained down from above like the shack itself was mocking his very existence.

"Why... is this place a death trap?!" he wheezed, rising to his feet. And more importantly, why was he even here? His memory was blank. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall how he ended up sleeping in this nightmare of a shack.

And where the hell was Violet?

Even through the chaos, he could smell her scent, but it wasn’t strong as if she hadn’t spent the night here at all.

Covered in chalky white dust that had gotten into his eyes, Alaric found what looked like Violet’s bathroom (though it barely deserved the name) and limped toward it—yes, he could now feel a new throbbing pain at the spot.

He went in and tried to rinse his face in the sink, only for brown water to spurt out instead and splash directly into his mouth.

Eww.

Choking, Alaric stumbled back and knocked over a hanging shelf, which crashed down and smashed the toilet.

God, no!

At this point, Alaric didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or demand a refund from the moon goddess herself for waking him up today. One thing was certain, today didn’t seem to be a good day.

By the time he limped out of the bathroom, Violet’s roommates were already there. Lila—the one who usually looked at him like she’d happily murder him with a spoon—gave him an accusing look as her gaze took in the damage in the room.