The moment Asher mentioned his pack house, Griffin let out a deep, menacing growl that reverberated through the room. His body stiffened in defiance, his eyes flashing with anger as he made his disapproval abundantly clear.
“Fine,” Asher relented with a grimace. “Your pack house, then. But call Adele. She’ll come, and she can heal her. Just don’t take her to the infirmary. Not the infirmary.”
Griffin and Alaric shared another look, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a blade. After a moment, they seemed to come to an unspoken agreement. Without a word, Griffin adjusted Violet’s weight in his arms and began to move again.
Asher’s voice, desperate and insistent, rang out once more. “I’ll come visit. I need to see her.”
Alaric’s cold glare turned even frostier. “Do that, and I’ll fry your dick,” he snapped, and to emphasize his point, he sent a powerful bolt of lightning Asher’s way. The crackling energy struck him with enough force to knock him out cold, his body slumping to the floor.
Griffin raised an eyebrow at Alaric but said nothing. Instead, he stated firmly, “I’ll take her to my pack house.”
“And I’ll get Adele,” Alaric replied, though he made no move to leave the room.
Griffin tilted his head slightly, recognizing the hesitation in his friend. “I give you my word,” he said, his voice steady and resolute. “I won’t do anything to her. You have my oath.”
Alaric studied Griffin for a long moment, searching his expression for any sign of insincerity on his cardinal brother’s face. Only there were none. Neither does Griffin joke with his promises.
Finally satisfied, Alaric gave a curt nod and turned to leave, heading off to summon the healer. Only then did Griffin continue on his way, carrying Violet toward the safety of his pack house.
Except it was nothing short of unfortunate timing that class had ended just as Griffin stepped into the hallway with Violet cradled in his arms. The bustling corridor came to an abrupt halt as all eyes turned to the sight of the Alpha carrying the unconscious girl.
Among the crowd, was Griffin’s own very girlfriend, Amanda, who stood frozen, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits the moment she saw them.
Amanda’s jealousy flared instantly. Without hesitation, she stormed toward Griffin, her voice sharp and demanding. “What are you doing with her?” she snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at Violet, who looked utterly at peace in Griffin’s arms. The sight only made Amanda’s blood boil.
Griffin barely spared her a glance, his tone clipped as he replied, “Something happened. I’ll explain later.”
But Amanda wasn’t having it. Her jealousy blinded her to the tension in Griffin’s expression and the urgency of his strides. “No,” she barked, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “You’re going to explain now. Why is she in your arms? What does she mean to you?”
Griffin stopped, his jaw tightening as his patience wore thin. His sharp amber eyes glinted with irritation, and his voice dropped dangerously low. “Amanda,” he warned. “Step aside.”
She didn’t.
“No,” she spat, her voice rising. “You owe me an explanation-“
That was the last straw. Griffin’s head snapped up, and he let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the hallway like a wild storm.
The sheer force of his fury sent Amanda stumbling back, falling onto her backside with a yelp. The crowd gasped, shrinking back from the display. Griffin’s beastly presence loomed over her, and for the first time, Amanda saw a first hand glimpse of the monster lurking beneath his usually calm demeanor.
Her defiance crumbled into fear as she stared up at him, wide-eyed and trembling.
Griffin’s voice was ice-cold and final as he spoke. “I don’t want to see you in my bed again. It’s over between us.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and continued walking, Violet still safely secured in his arms. The hallway fell into an eerie silence, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
It wasn’t until Amanda’s friends rushed to her side, helping her to her feet, that the hallway stirred back to life. But Amanda wasn’t crying, instead, her hands were balled into fists, and her face burned with rage.
“Violet Purple,” Amanda hissed under her breath, her voice venomous. “She’s going to pay for this.”
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.
Speaking of Violet.
Griffin sat on the edge of the bed and watched Violet sleep. She was interesting to watch and it was in the process he noticed how beautiful. His gaze fell on her lips and as if it were happening again, he felt the heat of her lips on his again and Griffin swallowed as a certain part of his body rose in response. Perhaps, it wasn’t a bad idea thinking about that kiss.
Griffin wasn’t in love with Violet, but there was no denying her allure. She was strong, resilient, and unflinching-qualities he admired in a woman. If it weren’t for Asher’s tangled web of games, Griffin might have even pursued her. But he wanted no part in whatever the mad Asher had planned.
Moreover, even if he dates Violet, it would be only for a while. Elsie might choose him by the time they graduate and he didn’t want to create such a mess which is why he can’t fall in love with any woman other than Elsie.
There was no other way out. He wanted to be Alpha king. The next Alpha king could only marry Elsie Lyka Lancaster. No one else. Not even this strangely purple haired girl.
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