Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Dangerous Fever

Violet woke with a strange fever.

Last night had been nothing short of amazing, but now, she felt wretched. Her head was foggy, her throat dry and scratchy, as if she’d swallowed sandpaper in her sleep.

But worst of all was the heat.

It wasn’t just a fever but a gnawing, pulsing warmth radiating through her body and settling low in her core.

Instinctively, her hand reached out for her boyfriends. She needed them. Any of them. All of them. But the bed was empty.

Violet forced her eyes open, blinking past the haze to realize that she was alone. No, it can’t be. She wanted them.

Hence, Violet forced herself to rise on unsteady feet, using the wall for support. How did she become like this? The boys must have dressed her in the nightgown she now wore because she didn’t remember doing so. But even now, the clothing on her skin felt unbearable and irritating. She wanted nothing on. Just her bare skin.

With effort, Violet took a breath and moved forward, driven by instinct rather than thought. It was strange, but she could smell them. Their scents were everywhere:

Sun-soaked woods and warm amber, infused with hints of fresh summer citrus.

Smoked cedar and dark spice softened by night-blooming jasmine.

The intoxicating scent of pineapple and whipped cream.

Ozone and rain-soaked earth with the warmth of amber and sweet vanilla.

It was dizzying the way the scents wrapped around her, invading her senses. The air was so thick with it she could choke. Violet inhaled it anyway—because she needed it—and immediately regretted it. Heat stirred in her belly, and rushed between her legs. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Goddess help her. What was happening to her?

By some miracle, she made it downstairs, clutching the railing as if her legs might give out at any moment. The scents led her like a siren’s call and she followed, unable to help it.

She found them in the kitchen, gathered around the counter, deep in discussion. They felt her presence before they saw her and the conversation trailed off. Four heads turned, their eyes locking onto her and everything stopped.

Two things happened at once.

Their nostrils flared, scenting her arousal, and their eyes darkened.

But it was Roman that frightened her most.

He looked feral.

A snarl escaped from his lips, his entire body going taut with tension.

And then he rushed at her.

"Roman, no!" someone shouted.

But it was too late.

Roman was in her face before Violet could blink and then he crashed his lips against hers.

Maker of the universe.

A moan slipped from her the instant their mouths collided, her body instinctively grinding against him. His touch was fire and comfort all at once, a balm to her burning nerves, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

So she kissed him deeper, hungrier, with raw, wanton need. Their lips and tongues clashing in a frantic, greedy war for dominance and longing neither of them wanted to escape.

But the moment was short-lived, Roman was ripped away from her.

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