Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 537

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Chapter 537: The King’s Spectacle

Alpha King Elijah was a really tenacious man. But of course, he wouldn’t be king after all if he wasn’t relentless.

Not only were they expected to see him tonight, but he had even thrown a party for them. It would have probably been more glamorous, but Elijah must have kept it low-key out of respect for Alpha Henry’s death.

Knowing she would undoubtedly be the "star" of the occasion, Violet had been wondering what to wear to the party when one of the staff knocked on their door and handed over the dress Alpha King Elijah had ordered made for her.

Of course, it was unsettling that Elijah had arranged a dress for her, as if he had been planning this moment all along. Roman and Griffin practically tore the thing apart shaking it for foul play, but there was nothing. Roman had even gone as far as to put it on first—which was downright hilarious—and Violet had a picture to prove it. If there was magic sewn into it, he would’ve been the first to die.

It was sweet, though. The fact that they’d test it and willingly die first for her hit Violet in all the right places. She felt blessed. Besides, Elijah had probably just ordered the dress, not stitched it with his own hands. Last she checked, the man didn’t have sewing skills. There was nothing to fear.

When Violet slipped it on, she immediately fell in love. The dress was a deep shade of royal purple, clinging to her figure so perfectly it was unnerving how they had gotten her measurements right. The fabric was smooth and rich, and she didn’t need a god to tell her it had cost a fortune.

The neckline bared her shoulders completely, her collarbones exposed in a way that drew eyes to the rune at her neck. At her waist, two circular cut-outs framed her sides. The left one revealed Roman’s rune as if the dress itself had been crafted just to showcase it.

A narrow cinch bound the fabric at her midsection, shaping her frame into the silhouette of a goddess. She went for minimal jewelry, just a single coiled bangle wrapped around her upper arm. Her makeup was pared down too—a sweep of color on her lips, a shadow to frame her eyes—just enough to sharpen her beauty without being excessive.

"You look divine, Violet," Roman murmured, lowering his mouth to kiss the rune at her neck. Violet sighed, tilting her head to give him more space.

She couldn’t help it. She was like a cat in heat, arching instinctively, and begging for more attention the moment his lips brushed her rune.

"Roman." Griffin’s growl cut in, not just because Roman was seconds away from seducing their mate back into bed when they didn’t have the time, but because that kiss had hit him straight in the groin.

The mating rune was sensitive. After all, it was a sacred mark. If it had been any other male putting his mouth there, Griffin would have ripped their intestines out without hesitation. Mated pairs were possessive to the point of violence.

But theirs was different and rare. Rules bent around them and Griffin didn’t feel the urge to tear Roman apart, at least, not for that reason.

Still, Griffin scowled darkly. He wasn’t about to walk out of the room with a raging erection thanks to Roman’s antics. For that alone, Roman was going to get a piece of his mind.