Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 637: Where Is Roman

Violet woke up to piercing blue eyes.

She blinked in surprise.

She could've sworn it was a pair of slitted gray eyes she’d fallen asleep thinking about. Still, her face broke into a

wide grin.

"Well, hello there, handsome," she teased.

Alaric looked ridiculously cute with his messy white bedhead, strands falling across his forehead. His cool,

crystalline blue eyes were calm as a still lake, and when he smiled, it was gentle enough to melt anyone’s heart.

"Hello to you too, beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss on her lips.

Unfortunately, the kiss ended before Violet even had tto savor it, leaving her blinking up at him, lips still

parted. She wanted more but Alaric was already slipping out of bed.

Nooo. She groaned in her head.

Alaric stretched, and Violet's gaze shamelessly followed the movement. For someone leaner than the rest of the

cardinal alphas, he was still built. His pale skin gleamed softly under the morning light, his muscles rippling

beneath it with every movement.

Violet's teeth caught her lower lip as she stared at those fine lines of his shoulders, the curve of his back

tapering down to a narrow waist. Gods, it was unfair how someone could look that good just standing there.

"Good morning."

Griffin’s deep voice snapped her back to reality and from the teasing smirk tugging at his lips, he knew exactly

where her thoughts had been wandering.

He had a towel draped around his neck, a clear sign he’d just stepped out of the bathroom, fresh and steaming.

Then her gaze drifted lower, and her mind tumbled even deeper down the rabbit hole.

Fuck her life.

If Alaric had been a cute sin, then Griffin was a special kind of sin — gluttony itself.

The man was pure man-meat, and Violet meant that in the most sinful, yumilicious, sexy way possible.

She meant, look at him. Those muscles weren't just bulging; they were sculpted perfection, the kind that made

even gym mirrors blush.

Her eyes traced the line of Griffin's broad chest, the faint dusting of hair there, those powerful abs that looked

like they'd been carved out of marble, and then that deep, glorious V that pointed like a divine arrow toward a

sweet spot hidden behind his pants.

Oh, Goddess.

All Violet could think about was Griffin hauling her off the bed, his huge palms gripping her ass while she climbed

that body like a damn tree.

With those thoughts spinning through her head, no wonder she felt the rush of heat shoot straight between her

legs, forcing her to press her thighs together.

What a life she had. Blessed and cursed all at once.

Then Asher stepped out and Violet knew she was a goner.

He, too, had just cfrom the shower, and as if the universe wanted her to suffer, he ran a hand through his

wet hair, slicking it back before giving his head a shake. Water droplets sprayed across the air in slow motion,

sliding down the hard lines of his neck and tracing a sinful path over his chiseled chest.

Not even the scars scattered across his skin dimmed his appeal; if anything, they made him look more

dangerous, and more lethal.

Violet stopped breathing. Completely. Her chest refused to rise. Her pulse pounded hard enough to make her

dizzy, and the heat that flooded through her body was nearly unbearable.

Goddess, he was beautiful. Like the rest.

At this point, her core throbbed with desperate awareness. Violet didn’t even realize she was holding her breath

until all three of them turned toward her at once—Alaric, Griffin, and Asher—each inhaling her scent.

Their eyes darkened instantly.

Yeah, they could smell the want on her.

"It seems our mate needs a little help. Any of you up for the task?" Griffin teased, his gaze flicking between

Asher and Alaric with a knowing smirk.

"Never say never," Alaric said, maybe a little too eagerly, that mischievous glint lighting up his pale eyes.

But Asher wasn’t the one for words.

He moved like a man on a mission. Before Violet could even process what was happening, he was in front of her,

his hand sliding around her waist as he lifted her effortlessly from the bed.

The world tilted for a heartbeat, then she was perched on the edge of the mattress, and Asher was between her

legs.

It happened so quickly that Violet could only gasp when Asher ripped her panties, then his mouth was on her.

Moon help her!

Violet cried out, throwing her head

back as he feasted on her. She

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sensation coursing through her, but it

was useless, not when Asher

devoured her like a man possessed.

"Asher...!" she gasped, her voice breaking as he pulled her closer, fingers sinking into her thighs hard enough to

bruise.

And just when Violet thought it couldn't get hotter, Griffin was beside her. He tugged down the strap of her

nightgown, exposing her breast before latching onto a nipple.

"Ahh!" Violet moaned, her core clenching as the sensation of Griffin’s mouth on her nipple shot straight to her

clit like a jolt of electricity.

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All of her men worked hard to ensure she couldn't think, her head swimming with pleasure instead. They were all

she could feel, all she could breathe. Their hands, their lips, their touch, everywhere.

It was no wonder that when Griffin bit lightly on her nipple and Asher flicked his tongue in just the right spot,

Violet detonated like a firework.

But they didn’t stop.

Not until she ca second, a third, and a fourth time—her screams swallowed by Alaric’s mouth—did they

finally let her go.

Violet collapsed onto the bed, heaving. That had been one of a kind. And to think Roman hadn't even been part

of it.

And then it hit her.

Where the hell was Roman?

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