Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 389: [Bonus Chapter] Summoned The Beast If there was one thing Violet could depend on, it was the fact that men would always think with their dick.

Shane let her into the bathroom the moment she asked, right after they got into the room. He probably didn't think she'd find a weapon in there, and had not bothered to check or because he completely fell for her bullshit. Idiot. As if she would leave her darling Griffin for a rogue like him.

For once, Violet had to thank Asher and his very unconventional ways of showing affection.

During one of their nights together, Asher had made her play a game. He'd ask her a question, and if she lied, he'd "punish" her. Of course, he used his damn wolf hearing to catch every tiny skip in her pulse. But thanks to him, she'd learned how to lie to a werewolf.

To make sure Shane did not hear what she was up to, Violet turned the sink on, letting the water run as she opened the cabbeneath. It was practically empty, and the few items she stumbled upon were useless. That was until she found the cutting scissors.

Sweet Luna. This would serve just fine.

Violet looked at her reflection in the mirror. Dear God, she looked a mess. Her forehead was swollen and caked with dried blood. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she still wore her pajamas from last night, and yes, she smelled.

There was not much time, so she washed her face quickly, then stared at her reflection, bracing herself for what she was about to do. She had no other choice. This was for her survival, and for the others.

"What's holding you in there? Don't keepwaiting, princess!" Shane shouted from inside.

Violet straightened at once. She tousled her hair in that way she undoubtedly knew was sexy. And then, with one last deep breath, she stepped out.

"Dear God!" Violet was startled out of her mind when she was welcomed to the sight of Shane on the bed stark naked. He was leaning back on his forearms like a king waiting to be served.

"What are you waiting for? Cto daddy." He spread his thighs further apart, invitingly.

Violet felt bile rise in her throat at the unadulterated visual, but she forced the disgust back down. Instead, she bit down on her lip, giving all the right signals, and began to walk toward him with a sway of her hips. Shane, the unsuspecting fool, had a smile on his face the whole time, saying, "Yes, just like that, princess." As soon as Violet climbed the bed, Shane spread his legs so she could get between them. But the second her knees touched the mattress, she brandished the scissors and stabbed his dick three times in quick succession. "You fucking bitch!" Shane howled in pain, his legs snapping shut as he rolled to the side of the bed in agony. Violet, intending to pounce again, barely got the chance before Shane kicked her hard in the chest, sending her flying off the bed.

She hit the ground with a sickening thud, the back of her head bouncing off the floor.

Violet swore she saw stars, and before she could recover, she heard the horrible, crackling sound. Oh shit. Shane was shifting.

This was not the way she planned this.

As if on cue, the second Violet managed to drag herself up to her feet, Shane had completed his shift. He was in his full wolf form and charged at her.

She dodged the first attack, but it only left her cornered and trapped. Violet saw it in his eyes, he was going in for the kill.

So when Shane lunged, all she could do was shield her face with one hand while the other held the scissors forward, praying for a miracle.

But the attack never came.

When Violet dared to open her eyes, Shane's wolf was frozen mid-motion. Not just frozen, he looked drained of life. Right there in front of her, what remained of Shane, or rather his wolf, crumpled to the ground and turned to dust.

What the heck? Violet looked down at her hands, only to see them wreathed in tendrils of darkness. She screamed, jerking back in horror. But when she looked again, they were gone, and her hands were back to normal.

No, no, no. She had to be losing her mind. Did she just do that? Violet had hoped that something would happen, but it was definitely not turning Shane into a pile of dust? Kind of. That kind of death had not crossed her mind. No. That was impossible. Absolutely impossible. And yet, the evidence was right in front of her.

Violet was close to a full-blown freak-out now. So she did the only thing she could think of, she slapped herself hard across the face.

"Violet Purple! Get a grip on yourself! We have to rescue Griffin!" Yes. Griffin.

Hopefully, he'd forgive her for the stunt she pulled earlier. But she couldn't sit around waiting for the others to crescue her. It could be too late by then.

Violet looked across the room and spotted Shane's abandoned clothes, and in the pocket were a bunch of keys. Hopefully, one of them would open those damned cuffs.

The only problem now was figuring out how to sneak past a hallway of rogue wolves, get Griffin out, and try not to get murdered in the process.

Violet was still thinking of what to do when a ferocious roar shattered her thoughts. It was so intense that it reverberated through the walls, shaking the entire structure to its very bones.

"What the hell..." Violet whispered, chills traveling up her spine.

The next minute, all she could hear was the sound of chaos.

Roars, grunts, panicked shouts, screams of pain, and the thuds of bodies hitting the wall filled the space. Something was tearing through them and it was heading her way.

Violet swallowed hard. Whatever that was, she didn't want to see it.

There was nowhere to go at this point. No back door. No hiding place. It was just her, a bloody pair of scissors, and a door that didn't look half as thick anymore.

Suddenly, there was silence. A dead, bone-chilling silence that didn't sit right with her.

Violet stood absolutely still, her eyes trained on the door like it might explode.

And then it did, literally.

The door didn't open, it was ripped clean off its hinges and flung aside like cardboard. Not just that, standing there, in the smoky aftermath, was Griffin. Or rather, what used to be him.

Griffin Hale was huge and easily over eight feet tall, hunched forward like his body couldn't contain itself. He had bulging muscles, his eyes that were once warm, and teasing eyes now filled with feral rage, and his mouth curled into a snarl that revealed teeth that definitely weren't human. "Holy creator of the universe," Violet breathed with dread. She was standing in front of the beast.

The unholy, savage creature inside of Griffin that was only unleashed when he was pushed past the edge. Like earlier. She had summoned the beast and it had cfor her.

He roared again. A deep, earth-shaking roar that slammed against her skin like a shockwave, sending her hair fl flying back and her knees trembling. Violet had to squeeze her eyes shut from the sheer force of it. But when she opened them he hadn't moved, nor hurt her. The beast just stood there, breathing hard, his shoulders rising and falling.

Then, in a deep voice that didn't sound like Griffin at all he growled two words: "Mate. Mine." Before Violet could process what was happening, the Beast had already grabbed her, slung her over one shoulder like she weighed absolutely nothing, and took off at a sprint, barreling down the hallway.

"OH GOD! OH MY GOD! I AM GOING TO DIE!" Violet screamed from his back as she fumbled for purchase and finally managed to wrap her arms around his thick neck.

Walls blurred past them with smoke and ruin in every direction. Bodies O. littered the floor and Violet spotted the girls making their escape and relief like no other filled her. Thank God he did not harm them. However, Violet did not deceive herself into thinking this was the Griffin who made her sweet cookies and delicious cocoa drink.

This was the beast. A creature who wanted blood, and right now, it wanted her.