Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 450: ABC Family

Violet was in the kitchen alone with Griffin. Technically, he was doing the cooking while she just watched.

And it was for good reasons.

Griffin was standing by the counter shirtless, while a black apron hung around his waist, flour dusting his arms

and chest. His hands worked the dough with slow, firm motions, pressing, folding, and kneading. The movements

made the muscles in his arms flex, the veins in his forearms shifting like ropes beneath his skin.

And gods, how could Violet not stare?

Griffin hunched forward, gripping the dough tighter, his forearms taut, and biceps clenching. Then he slapped

the mound hard, the sound cracking in the kitchen.

Violet bit her bottom lip. That was sexy as hell. She pressed her thighs together on instinct as heat rushed

between them.

He did it again. Slap. Knead. Slap. And all Violet could visualize was Griffin doing that to her body—handling her

just like he slowly rolled the dough beneath his palms.

"Someone's eye-fucking the man meat."

Violet jolted, nearly knocking over the bowl of fruit on the counter.

"Roman!" she hissed, whipping around to glare at him.

He was already grinning like the devil, arms folded as he leaned in the doorway with all the satisfaction of a man

who'd caught her sinning with her eyes.

Griffin didn’t say a word, he just kept kneading dough with the casual dominance of someone who knew he

looked good doing it. His smile was lazy, knowing, and smug enough to heat her cheeks all over again.

"Get lost, Roman," Violet snapped, trying and failing to sound unaffected.

"As you wish, Princess." Roman gave a tic bow, strutted to the fridge like he was on a runway, retrieved a

bottle of water, and moonwalked his ass out of the kitchen.

Violet exhaled deeply. She had her hands full with that one.

Griffin finally glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Enjoying the show?"

Violet didn’t answer right away and sauntered toward him, stopping when she was close enough to smell the

heat of him, flour and musk mingling in the air.

"You did that on purpose, didn’t you? " she asked, crossing her arms. "Sexualized the dough to makeall hot

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and bothered?"

"I'm just a humble man making bread, princess," Griffin replied, utterly unconvincing. The wicked gleam in his

brown eyes said otherwise.

And what was it with her men suddenly calling her "princess"? She hadn't told them the truth so they could start

throwing titles around. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, just a fact. Nothing more.

Nonetheless, Violet narrowed her gaze. "Uh-huh. Humble, shirtless, flour-covered, apron-wrapped sexy man."

Griffin’s grin widened. "You forgot to add strong, dominant, and slightly sweaty."

Violet chuckled despite herself. "God help me."

"Even God would agree you need no help, darling," Griffin said, slapping the dough one final tand the sound

echoed between them.

Violet bit her lip again. Damn him.

Griffin noticed and smiled. Then he said, "Wait..."

Violet's brows arched as Griffin turned and walked off to the corner, only to return moments later with a small

plate in hand. The scent of rosemary, thyme, and garlic wafted toward her, making her stomach grumble in

anticipation.

"Figured you might want a taste," he said casually, holding up a skewer. The herbed chicken glistened slightly

and was still steaming, charred in just the right places.

Violet eyed it suspiciously. "You're feedingnow? What's the catch, big guy?"

Griffin merely shrugged, then pulled off a single, tender piece of chicken between his fingers and brought it up to

her lips.

"Open."

Her brows arched. "Seriously?"

"Dead serious." His voice dipped. "Con, Princess."

Violet rolled her eyes, but her lips parted anyway. The moment the chicken touched her tongue, her eyes

fluttered half-closed. The flavor was warm and juicy, packed with herbs and the tiniest kick of pepper, and it hit

all the right places. Her moan cout before she could stop it.

Griffin’s grin stretched wider. "Good?"

"Holy gods, this is food orgasm," she mumbled, still chewing. "I should have married you when | had the

chance."

Griffin laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling. He looked so happy and Violet felt so satisfied.

"Who taught you to cook like this? Irene?" Violet asked, genuinely curious.

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Violet snorted.

"| actually learned from my dad Arion, he’s the real master chef. Aeron dabbles sometimes, but it’s considered a

celestial event if he does. And even then, he can’t hold a spatula to his brother."

A thoughtful silence settled over

Griffin as he paused, his eyes distant

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"It's reassuring to know you had the best childhood experience," Violet said softly. "When we all settle together,

I'll need someone who can hold everything together."

Griffin understood what she meant. Asher had the worst childhood. Roman and Alaric, in their own ways, had

grown up with absent parents, and probably knew next to nothing about what real family looked like.

"We'll figure it out as we go," was all

Griffin could offer. He already saw

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"Alright, feedanother," Violet said, expectantly.

Griffin obliged, tugging another piece of chicken from the skewer. "You're such a big baby."

Violet didn’t care. She moaned as the flavor burst across her tongue, loud and utterly indecent.

Griffin's eyes darkened. "You keep moaning like that, and we can forget dinner altogether."

As tempting as that sounded, Violet forced herself to behave.

"| plead dinner," she said, licking her lips.