Unable to help the pull anymore, Griffin leaned down and took Violet’s hair in his hand. It was not dyed, he noticed. It was strange. Humans didn’t have purple hair. She was almost like Roman with his unique green color trait.
Griffin leaned in and sniffed her. Werewolves could always smell and tell apart their kind. But for Violet, there was nothing. She smelled human. Perhaps she was a human after all with such unique hair – and scent.
Even while asleep, Violet still exuded her enticing pheromones from earlier and now, he was hooked on it. As if that was not enough, Violet’s eyes popped open at that moment, catching him off guard.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze as their gazes locked. The tension between them was palpable, thick with unspoken desires. Violet’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her expression one of a huntress who had cornered her prey. Slowly, she arched her back, pressing her chest against him in a silent invitation.
Griffin’s resolve wavered. He should fight this-he knew he should. But as her lips parted slightly, beckoning him closer, he leaned in, the magnetic pull between them impossible to resist. The brief brush of her lips against his sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through him, and he groaned at the electric connection. He wanted more.
“Griffin!” A sharp voice cut through the air, yanking him back to reality.
Griffin’s eyes cleared as he registered Alaric’s shout. He pulled back immediately, his heart racing as he tried to regain control. But Violet wasn’t ready to give up. With a feral snarl, she lunged forward, determined to claim him.
Griffin reacted swiftly, placing his hand over his mouth just as her lips made contact with his palm. Her frustration was evident, but before she could try again, Alaric tackled her onto the bed. The two struggled briefly, but Alaric easily overpowered her.
At that moment, the healer, Adele, entered the room, and moved toward Violet with her hands glowing with green energy. “Don’t worry,” she murmured soothingly. “It will be over soon.”
Adele pressed her glowing hand against Violet’s forehead, and almost instantly, Violet’s thrashing subsided. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her body went limp as the green energy spread through her.
But before Violet faded away, the last thing she heard was Alaric saying, “I’ll kill that bastard, Asher.”
Yes. She too. Violet thought hazily. She’d kill that conniving bastard when she gets her hand on him.
Alaric let out a deep sigh of relief as Violet’s body relaxed into unconsciousness. He ran a hand through his hair, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. That had been close. Super close.
Turning his gaze toward Griffin, he leveled him with a pointed look.
Griffin shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “What?” he asked, his voice edged with unease.
“You swore you wouldn’t touch her,” Alaric said, his tone calm but laced with quiet accusation.
Griffin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. “You took too long. Not my fault,”
Alaric was speechless. So much for trusting him. Apparently, no Alpha could be trusted around Violet.
Adele stood before the Cardinal Alphas, her eyes blazing with fury. Asher, Roman, Alaric, and Griffin seated like chastised children, their usual dominant energy dulled under the healer’s scathing glare.
“What the hell were you all thinking?!” Adele’s voice rose, resounding through the room. “Do you know I had to give her five heat suppressant shots? Five of them just to ease her from her torment!”
Roman shifted uncomfortably, his head hanging low. Guilt weighed heavily on him, after all, he had come the closest to crossing the line.
“We’re sorry,” he said quietly, his voice laced with regret.
“Sorry?” Adele’s voice sharpened like a whip. “Does sorry make up for the induced heat you all forced the poor girl into? The trauma she might carry?”
Alaric frowned, his tone defensive. “How is that even possible? Humans don’t go into heat. She’s human, right?” He looked at his cardinal brothers for confirmation.
Adele shot him a withering look. “Forgive my phrasing, Alaric,” she said, her voice cold but controlled. “Humans don’t experience heat like werewolves, but I’ve never seen pheromones that strong, strong enough to affect all four of you.” Her accusing gaze swept over each of them, as if daring them to challenge her.
She continued, “But since she’s a human, I can theorize that Asher mentally drugged her.” Adele finished by giving Asher a pointed look.
Asher in question raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone bordering on indifference. “She was only supposed to desire me,” he argued, his confidence slipping when Griffin growled low in his throat.
“So you’re not denying it,” Griffin snapped, his eyes burning with anger. “You mentally blitzed her, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t drug her!” Asher shot back, his own growl rising to match Griffin’s. “It was only a suggestion. A small game. One that shouldn’t have escalated like this.”
Alaric eyes narrowed. “So your ego’s so fragile now that you have to compel women to sleep with you?” he challenged, his voice dripping with disdain.
“Mind your tongue, thunder boy,” Asher snarled, his gray eyes darkening dangerously behind his shade. “Let’s not forget that she was perfectly fine until she ended up alone with you in that classroom. For all we know, you’re the reason my purple flower-“
“Your what?” Griffin interrupted, disgust plain on his face.
Asher ignored him, pressing his accusation toward Alaric. “You’re the one who knows exactly what I said to her that night. Did you torture her to get that out of her? Or did your wretched lightning fry her mind and now you’re conveniently blaming me?”
A snarl tore from Alaric’s throat as he shot to his feet, his lightning crackling faintly in the air. He looked ready to pounce, but Griffin was quicker, grabbing his arm and yanking him back into his seat.
Alaric had not told anyone of the shocking incident and for good reasons. Especially with Asher around. Who knows what that bastard would do with that knowledge.
“That’s enough!” Griffin barked, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha command. His sharp glare silenced both Alaric and Asher.
Adele stood unmoving, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable. After a tense pause, she spoke again, her voice colder than before.
“Perhaps I should report this entire incident to the Alpha King. Maybe then you’ll take this seriously before a dead girl or, rather, a zombie….” She looked precisely at Asher, ” ends up on my doorstep.”
“No!” Asher’s voice was immediate, raw with panic.
Griffin, Roman, and Alaric repeated the same, all of them rising to their feet in unison, their urgency written on their faces.
Adele raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their sudden unity. “Oh, now you care? Sit down before you make this worse.”
But none of them sat, standing with determination.
Alaric broke the silence, saying with a foreboding tone. “You know what would happen if the Alpha King heard about this.”
Adele’s expression didn’t waver. “I’m sure Elijah would only be concerned about his heirs, not some girl.”
“He would care about the safety of his heirs enough to eliminate any threat to his plans,” Asher interjected, his voice tinged with a mocking edge. “Perhaps then, a dead girl would end up on your doorstep after all.”
Adele’s eyes narrowed, her tone cutting. “Don’t push your luck, Asher.”
Griffin stepped forward, his voice carrying command. “This ends now. The only solution to this problem is for Asher to stop messing with Violet’s mind. We won’t entertain another Lucille.”
“I second that,” Alaric said firmly, his lightning still faintly crackling in the tension.
Asher growled, his gray eyes dark with defiance. “Violet is not Lucille and will never be.”
“Yet, it’s all heading down the same path,” Roman said, his voice quieter but no less impactful.
Asher turned to Roman, shock flickering in his expression. Roman had always been his wingman, the one who supported him through everything. This felt like a betrayal.
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