Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Natural Seductress

~ Roman ~

Roman Draven spoke one language fluently: the universal language of love. He adored women, and why wouldn’t he? Women were perfection embodied—their soft, firm curves were a divine temptation. Their breasts, two perfect handfuls, begged to be caressed, massaged, and suckled until their sweet cries filled the air, a symphony just for him.

And then there was the bottom, two irresistible, delectable halves designed for his hands—to be smacked, groped, and kneaded to his heart’s content. But the ultimate treasure, the pièce de résistance, was the sweetest part of all—their pussy. To Roman, there was no finer ambrosia than the juices he could taste while his tongue worshipped their sensitive clit.

Women, to him, were God’s greatest gift, treasures that deserved to be cherished, adored, and pleased beyond measure.

However, there was one thing that stirred a deep, seething rage within Roman and it was men who sought to hurt women in the most vile and degrading way imaginable. To Roman, it was an unforgivable crime.

Why resort to violence when there were countless ways to win a woman over? You could write her heartfelt letters, the kind that made her smile just thinking about you.

You could surprise her with flowers, each petal a symbol of your admiration. You could serenade her with romantic songs, even if your voice wasn’t perfect—effort mattered more than skill. For the daring, you could give her a taste of the pleasure she was missing, leaving her craving more, willingly.

There were endless paths to her heart, to win her affection. With all these options, why would anyone choose cruelty? Roman couldn’t fathom it, nor could he tolerate it.

Men who hurt women, who used fear and force rather than charm and respect, were the lowest of the low in his eyes. He thoroughly despised them and made it his unspoken mission to protect women from such monsters whenever he could.

Roman’s eyes burned with anger as he took in the scene before him, his jaw tightening at what he thought was undeniable evidence of Alaric forcing himself on Violet. He couldn’t fathom such a betrayal, especially from a fellow Cardinal Alpha. Violet’s desperate call for help - filled with faux distress, unknown to him - only solidified the wrong assumption in his mind.

"Get Asher," Roman commanded his beta sharply, his voice laced with barely contained fury. His beta, though equally stunned, snapped out of it and quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Roman’s steps were heavy as he advanced toward Alaric, his fists clenched with rage. Alaric, who instantly recognized the misunderstanding from the stormy look in Roman’s eyes, raised his hands in a futile attempt to calm him. "No, it’s not what you’re thinking!" he said desperately.

But Roman wasn’t listening. The red haze of anger clouded his judgment, and without hesitation, he swung his fist. The punch landed squarely on Alaric’s face, sending him staggering back, momentarily dazed. Violet, freed from Alaric’s grip, stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with a strange expression of satisfaction.