Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 498: Three Way Bond Griffin cleaned up the whole place until it was spotless, and decided Roman would pay for the broken item later. Not just that, he took the tto clean Violet up as well. She had stirred in the process and looked at him with those beautiful eyes, only to smile and fall back asleep.

The goddess had etched her mating rune by the side of her belly, and it was no surprise the rune shone in Roman's signature color, green. It seemed the goddess had decided to do a color upgrade when it cto their turn.

The average rune was black. Simple and functional. After all, it wasn't for aesthetics. The rune was a sacred symbol of the bond between mates. Still, lucky mates might as well take the chance to flaunt it.

Her own rune featured a central vertical line with two diagonal strokes gently angling to the right, forming a graceful, flowing shape that resembled stylized wings or open arms. It was beautiful.

But just like his, Roman's rune was etched in the color purple. His was a bold and striking shape of a diamond perched at the top, neatly split down the center by a vertical line that ran through its core and continued downward. Beneath it, two diagonal lines flared outward, forming a powerful "Y" shape.

Two down, two to go.

Griffin couldn't wait for the others to be mated too so their harem would be complete.

Unable to help himself, he cleaned Roman too. But unlike Violet, that one had slept like a log of wood. Sometimes, Griffin genuinely feared for the future of the South Pack with an Alpha like him.

Then again, he knew Roman only ever slept that deeply in places that felt secure. In places that felt like home. So, he couldn't really blhim.

Once he was done, Griffin headed to the small but functional bathroom and took a quick bath. He emerged minutes later wearing only a pair of trousers-far too tight for his liking-that Mother Thessara had provided. He hadn't expected to find his exact size here anyway, so he would simply make do with this one.

Griffin was towel-drying his hair when he turned and nearly jumped out of his skin. Violet was standing right in front of him, silently staring with that strange, unblinking intensity in her eyes.

Startled by her sudden appearance, Griffin froze mid-motion, the towel falling slack in his hands. A few stray droplets slipped from his damp hair, trailing down the ridges of his toned chest. Violet's gaze followed the path of the water, watching it curve along the sculpted lines of his abs, gliding over the deep V carved into his hips, and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers Then she looked up, biting her bottom lip.

Griffin recognized that look. Hunger.

He took a cautious step back. He should have apologized, should have excused himself for invading her mating space and left quietly.

But before he could utter a single word, Violet closed the distance, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed the living breath out of him.

Holy God.

Griffin groaned as her tongue slid into his mouth, dancing with his in a rhythm that left no space for restraint. She sucked on his tongue, traced the roof of his mouth, then latched onto his bottom lip, tugging it between hers, teasingly.

He was done for, and he knew it.

When her lips left his mouth and began trailing down his neck, Griffin didn't even try to stop her. She found his mating rune and dragged her wicked tongue along the mark slowly and deliberately.

A deep groan escaped him, the sensation shooting straight to his groin.

He twitched in reaction.

They should stop now before things went too far. Griffin reached for her hair, intending to gently pull her away. But that's when she dipped lower and latched onto his nipple.

"Goddess save!" he gasped, the words torn from him as her mouth worked its wicked magic.

Violet flicked her tongue over the sensitive bud, licking and sucking, then biting between intervals. Griffin was drowning in sensations. His head lolled back, dazed from the pleasure, but when he managed to open his eyes, he froze.

Roman was awake.

Lying beside them with his arms folded beneath his head, he watched with an unreadable expression. Still, Griffin could swear there was the ghost of a smirk on his lips as if he was enjoying every second of the show they were putting on for him.

Violet didn't stop. She moved to his other nipple and tortured him with the spattern.

But Griffin knew this wasn't right.

This was their mating fever. He had no place here. He needed to give them space to let them enjoy each other fully.

Ever since Roman and Violet had marked one another, Griffin could feel Roman's presence like a hum under his skin, constant and alive.

That's how he had known they were having a good tin that room, even when their screams sounded like they were hurting each other.

He'd learned how to manage the three-way bond that had formed between them. It took tand twas all he had but eventually, he buth figured out how to tune into it like it was a corridor with three doors. Each one belonged to one of them. It was instinctive now. And when it bectoo much, he simply closed the door on whoever he needed to shut out. It was the only way to avoid being overwhelmed by their emotions.

Well, more precisely, their need.

And right now, the door was wide open, and Roman's emotions were flooding through intensely and impossible to ignore. That bastard wanted them together. It shouldn't have made sense. Mates were naturally territorial, possessive. But nothing about their bond had ever been normal.

Not with all five of them.

And somehow, this was what Roman wanted and Violet was actively responding to it already.

So Griffin stopped resisting and let go.

After hours of waiting outside, listening to their moans and cries behind that door, it was safe to say he was wound so tight he could snap.