Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: No Trust

Griffin Hale entered the East House, the grand foyer greeted him with polished wooden floors, high ceilings, and beautiful chandeliers hanging above.

It must have been the break period since some students had made their way back to the dormitory and they glanced up, their conversations halting as soon they noticed their Alpha carrying an unconscious Violet.

Their curious eyes followed Griffin as he ascended the staircase with ease, carrying Violet higher and higher without feeling even a bit of her weight.

Only until he was out of view, did they continue their gossip and it was all about Violet. None of them could understand what was happening right now? What was Violet doing in the East House and why was Griffin carrying her?

Meanwhile, Griffin reached the top floor, to be precise, his personal domain. Unlike the other floors, this one exuded an air of exclusivity. After all, it was where he lived with his beta, Gammas and deltas.

He pushed the double door open with his shoulder and went in. Griffin’s room was an extension of his personality, spacious, luxurious, warm and filled with personal touches.

An Alaskan king mattress, which was about nine feet by nine feet, dominated the room. It was larger than most standard beds, with a sturdy mahogany frame and adorned with rich red-and-gold bedding.

It was a bed that suited his size and presence — designed precisely for his beast form — exuding comfort and regality in equal measure.

It was flanked by large windows that offered a sweeping view of the academy grounds. While a leather sofa and a mahogany desk occupied one corner, and a massive fireplace roared in another.

The walls were adorned with shelves and displays that spoke to Griffin’s passion for cars. Sophisticated model cars were arranged meticulously on custom-built shelves, each one of them a replica of iconic vehicles.

The models ranged from classic muscle cars to sleek modern sports cars, the collection vast and impressive, showcasing his love for speed even though physically, he wasn’t built for it.

A connecting door led to another room and beyond that to the restroom. Griffin crossed the threshold, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet.

Gently, he laid Violet on the bed, her smaller form contrasting starkly with the vast expanse of the bedding. Her peaceful face was a sharp counterpoint to the chaos that had brought them here.

Not entirely satisfied, Griffin adjusted the covers, pulling them up to her shoulders to ensure she was well-covered, then stepped back to observe his handiwork.

Wrapped tightly in the oversized sheet, Violet resembled a mummy, a sight that made Griffin pause. It wasn’t winter, but the air had begun to chill at night. He pondered the temperature, considering it wasn’t actually nighttime and she might be overheating under the heavy covers.

Moving to peel back the sheet, Griffin hesitated. As a werewolf, his body temperature ran higher than a human’s, so he rarely felt the cold, but Violet was human and might need the warmth. Yet, what if she was sweating beneath the heavy layers?

Griffin groaned in frustration. What was he doing? All he wanted was to make sure Violet was comfortable. After all, she was his guest, he told himself firmly.

With a sigh, Griffin turned his attention to his room. He was the messy type, but in a strangely organized way. Papers, books, and car models were scattered about, giving the room a lived-in feel without veering into chaos.

Feeling a strange sense of urgency, Griffin began to clean up. He straightened the stacks of books on his desk, gathered the stray car models into a neat line on their shelf, and tossed the forgotten shirt he had worn the night before into the laundry basket. Griffin had no idea why he was doing it, but he felt an inexplicable need to make his room presentable.

It was Violet’s first time in his room and when she woke up, he wanted her to have a good impression of his space. It was just common courtesy, nothing else. He told himself, ignoring the unusual energy driving his actions.

It was quite unfortunate that by the time Griffin was done, Alaric was still not back. Could it be that Adele refused him and he was seeking another alternative? Adele was a tough woman after all. Griffin reached for his phone and called Alaric, except the phone kept ringing without answer. It was unusual for Alaric not to answer his calls, they were buddies after all. After the fifth call, Griffin let it be. Alaric couldn’t leave him alone with Violet, that was for sure. He would be back.