But Griffin was unshaken. He moved with precision, his eyes locked on Roman like a hawk stalking its prey. Roman spat his incapacitating venom, the sharp, greenish liquid flying through the air with lethal accuracy. Unlike Alaric’s earlier mistake, Griffin dodged each and every attack with astonishing ease.
Before Roman could launch another strike, Griffin closed the gap between them with a powerful burst of speed. A single, well-aimed punch landed squarely on Roman’s jaw, the impact reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. Roman’s body crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he even hit the floor.
Silence fell over the room, broken only by Alaric’s labored breathing. Relief coursed through him as he watched Griffin, standing tall as he cast a final glance at Roman’s motionless form.
“About time,” Alaric rasped, his lips twitching into a weak semblance of a smirk.
However, Alaric had overlooked one pressing issue in the room-Violet. And the seductive siren knew exactly how to command attention. With an air of confidence and a sultry look, she approached Griffin, placing her hand boldly against his chest.
“You’re finally here, my big Alpha,” she purred, her voice dripping with allure.
Oh no. The blood drained from Alaric’s face as he realized what was about to happen. “Don’t let her touch-” he began to shout, but it was already too late.
Violet grabbed Griffin’s face and kissed him, her lips crashing against his with a fervent need.
Oh, fuck his fate! Alaric cursed internally, watching helplessly as Griffin, the one person who could have ended this madness, succumbed to Violet’s spell.
The larger alpha kissed her back with reckless abandon, his strong arms pulling her small frame tightly against his. The kiss was desperate and consuming, leaving no doubt that Griffin was as ensnared by her as Roman had been.
By the time they broke apart, Griffin’s eyes were dilated, his pupils blown wide with unnatural desire. It was painfully clear that he was under Violet’s influence now too.
Alaric’s heart sank as he watched her shamelessly slide her hand down Griffin’s chest, her touch bold and deliberate.
“Take me, please,” Violet begged, her voice thick with need. “I don’t think I can wait anymore. Fuck me!”
Griffin’s response was immediate, his deep voice resonating with a dangerous edge. “As you wish, my lady.”
Alaric groaned inwardly, all hope he had harbored for Griffin’s intervention evaporating in that moment. This was it. The situation had completely gone out of control.
Violet, wearing a smug smile, bent over the desk in front of Griffin, clearly ready to be claimed. She smiled wider when his strong hands wrapped around her neck, seemingly interpreting it as a sign he wanted to play rough.
But her smile vanished quickly as Griffin’s grip tightened, and tightened, until her breathing became labored. Dots danced in her vision as panic flickered across her face. Moments later, her body went limp, collapsing unconscious across the desk.
Griffin stared down at her unconscious form, then groaned in frustration. “Can someone finally tell me what in the moon is going on here?”
Alaric’s lips twitched into a wide, relieved smile. “Thank the gods,” he muttered.
Finally, the tension in the room finally cracked, and Alaric began to laugh. It wasn’t just a chuckle, but a full-bodied, hysterical laugh that echoed through the classroom. Tears streamed down his face as his body trembled with the force of his amusement.
Griffin, still standing over Violet’s unconscious form, frowned deeply. “What’s so damn funny?” he asked, his tone both irritated and confused.
Alaric struggled to catch his breath, wiping his tears away as he gasped, “Because this… this has been the craziest day ever! And, dude…” He paused, his laughter bubbling up again, “You should look down.”
Confused, Griffin followed Alaric’s suggestion and glanced down. His eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of the massive erection straining against his pants.
“Oh, hell,” Griffin groaned, dragging a hand down his face in sheer annoyance. “Are you serious right now?”
But Alaric only laughed harder, not even realizing the venom’s hold over him had exhausted.
And it was in that moment that Asher came rushing in….
Asher appeared disheveled, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him: Violet’s naked body unconscious on the floor, alongside Roman’s.
He couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, especially after spending the previous night exerting his powers playing one of his elaborate games, a game that always took its toll on him.
A power, which, though a blessing, often became a curse. An overuse of his abilities often resulted in severe headaches that was debilitating enough to bring even grown men to his knees.
Knowing this, Asher had retreated to one of Alaric’s hidden sleeping spots to recover, confident that Violet would eventually come seeking him, desperate to satisfy the hunger he had deliberately implanted in her-a hunger only he could quench. But she wasn’t ready just yet. His little queen needed to endure a bit more before he granted her what she wanted.
No one would find him in his secret refuge, least of all Violet, who knew so little about him or his habits. There, he allowed himself to rest and clear his mind.
He had heard enough stories of other so-called “mind fuckers,” as they were often referred to, who became paranoid or even lost their sanity from the strain of their abilities. Asher had no intention of becoming one of them. The Alpha of the West was determined to get what he wanted and live a long, unbothered life.
But who would have guessed that a moment of sleep nearly cost him everything?
Now, standing in the chaos of this scene, his face twisted in rage as he roared, “What have you done to-“
He didn’t get the chance to finish. Lightning crackled to life, and before Asher could react, Alaric unleashed his fury. The sharp, electric tendrils struck Asher in the chest and he crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing violently. A guttural groan escaped him as the electricity coursed through his body, leaving him trembling and incapacitated.
The room was charged with a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of fading lightning and Asher’s ragged breaths. Alaric stood over him, his expression icy and unyielding, wisps of electricity still flickering at his fingertips. His voice was a low, dangerous growl as he said, “You dare accuse me when this entire mess is your doing?”
“Alaric, ” Griffin muttered, his tone dismissive, as if the man groaning on the floor was an afterthought. “We already know what he’s like. Don’t waste your powers on him.”
Griffin shifted his gaze to the unconscious Violet. “You really think knocking her out will bring her back to her senses?”
Alaric’s eyes rested on Violet, his expression softening briefly before returning to its usual stoic calm. “I don’t think so,” he admitted. “And we can’t take that risk. We need to get her to the healer. She’d know how to handle whatever this idiot has done to her.” His disdainful glance at Asher was sharp enough to cut.
Griffin raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? The moment we step out of this room, the Oracle will have a field day. You know she’ll spin this into the scandal of the year.”
“She already knows something,” Alaric said with a grim certainty. “Whether we step out or not, she’ll have her story. But she doesn’t know the details. There are only five of us who know what actually happened, and unless Roman’s beta can’t keep his mouth shut, she’ll only have enough for wild speculation. We move now.”
Griffin let out a low whistle and gave a mock salute. “If you say so, boss.”
Without hesitation, Griffin began collecting Violet’s discarded clothes, his movements careful, clearly making an effort not to let his gaze linger on her nakedness. This was really a very hard task. But he focused on the task at hand. As he worked, Asher let out a strained roar from the floor.
“Don’t touch her!” Asher’s voice was hoarse but laced with venom. “She’s mine. I’m to be her first. Her number one before any of you-“
Another sharp crack of lightning silenced him, leaving him writhing on the floor as Alaric’s cold gaze bore into him. Asher trembled, muttering under his breath about all the ways he’d kill Alaric once he was able.
Ignoring the tension in the room, Griffin finished dressing Violet and gently scooped her into his arms. She looked so small and fragile against his broad chest, her peaceful, childlike expression tugging at something deep inside him. For a fleeting moment, a surge of protectiveness swelled in his heart, a fierce desire to shield her from everything and everyone.
Griffin marched toward the door with Violet cradled securely in his arms, but just as they were about to leave, Asher’s hoarse voice cut through the air.
“Don’t take her to the infirmary.”
Both Griffin and Alaric turned to face him, their expressions unreadable as they studied the disheveled Alpha struggling on the ground. It was clear that even speaking was difficult for Asher, but he forced the words out.
“You know what they do there. They can’t have her.”
At those words, a shadow passed over Griffin and Alaric’s faces, dark and foreboding. They exchanged a silent, knowing look, and Asher knew he had their attention. His voice cracked as he continued, “Take her to my pack house instead-“
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