Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Rule Maker

Violet jolted awake, her breath ragged with her heart hammering in her chest. Her body was heavy and achy in places she couldn’t even understand, as if she’d been through some intense ordeal.

Groggy and disoriented, she blinked at her surroundings, her mind struggling to piece together what was real and what wasn’t.

Her head was pounding and she groaned in pain as flashes of vivid, horrifying memories began to assault her. The images came in waves; her lips pressed against Alaric’s; her body grounding against Roman’s; her hands roaming over Griffin. It was a kaleidoscope of mortifying memories, each one making her stomach churn.

"Oh God.... no... "Violet shook her head as if trying to shake away the memories. But the harder she tried to push them away, the clearer they became, playing like a twisted movie in her mind.

Her breathing quickened, and her hands flew to her face, her fingers digging into her scalp as she let out what sounded like a thousand curses. It couldn’t be real. Yet it was.

The sensations were too vivid, too raw, for it to be just a dream. The way her skin had burned under their touch, the heat of their gazes, the electric connection that shouldn’t have been there. Violet’s cheeks burned even though her body was ice-cold, as though the blood had drained from her entirely.

She touched her lips, as if expecting to find some lingering trace of them there. The bile rose in her throat instead, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, afraid she might vomit.

What had she done? Why had she behaved like... that? No, the word "whore" didn’t even begin to cover it. She had thrown herself at not just one, but three of them! Without shame, desperate for their touch.

Nancy would be so proud of her right now!

If this wasn’t a nightmare, Violet didn’t know what else she could call it.

"You’re up," a voice said, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see the healer, Adele, standing by a desk, her back to her as she mixed some sort of concoction.

"Where am I?" Violet asked, her voice hoarse, her throat dry.

"You’re in Griffin’s suite," Adele answered nonchalantly, her focus still on the swirling liquid in the cup she held.

"Why am I here?" Violet pressed, her unease growing.

Adele turned to face her, one eyebrow raised as if in amusement. "You don’t remember?"

The heat rose to Violet’s cheeks, and she looked away. That reaction was answer enough, and Adele smirked knowingly. "Oh, you do remember. You’re just too shy to admit it."

"I’m not shy," Violet snapped, her glare sharp despite her embarrassment.

"Whatever you say," Adele replied breezily, clearly unconvinced. She finished mixing the concoction and walked over to Violet, sitting down beside the massive bed with the cup in hand.

"You’re here because Asher mentally messed with your head," Adele began bluntly. "How do you feel now? Do you still feel the compulsion to..." she paused, her lips quirking, "...have sex?"

Violet’s cheeks burned hotter, and she crossed her arms defensively. "No," she said firmly, though the truth felt a little more complicated. She didn’t feel the overwhelming need anymore, but there was still a faint, unsettling offness lingering beneath the surface.