Defy The Alpha(s)
Chapter 443: Sore Loser

Chapter 443: Sore Loser

With four of her boyfriends on both sides, Violet felt like the main character of some movie. Although right now, one of her men was sulking like a child.

"It was just a kiss, Roman. Nothing else," Violet said, trying to cheer him up, but he only pouted harder.

She let out a sigh. The guy was insufferable.

"Fine. Once we’re inside, you can have your kiss."

He didn’t say a word, but the frown on his face finally started to ease.

They had barely stepped inside the store when Roman grabbed her waist, tilted her head, and kissed the living breath out of her.

Holy creator of the universe.

The kiss was hard and possessive, and had Violet’s head swimming, heat rushing straight to her core. But just as she began to melt into it, Roman pulled away.

"That was satisfying." Roman smiled at her. "I’m good now." He moved on.

Violet was stunned, her feet glued to the floor. Roman’s emotional rollercoaster was giving her whiplash, but that wasn’t the real emergency here. No, her real problem was that she was horny.

It was the kind of horny that made her question her morals. These guys kept kissing her like she was dessert, and now her hormones were staging a full-blown rebellion.

But Violet wasn’t the only one stunned. The store manager, who had come to welcome them, stood frozen, his mouth open.

He had just watched Roman kiss Violet, and now his gaze flickered to the television. As if the universe was bent on testing them, it turned out that Griffin and Violet’s mate bond news was being played on the screen.

Yep. How could someone with a mate bond kiss another guy? That was an abomination.

Violet knew what was going on in his head. The shock was written all over his face.

But before the store manager could say a word, Asher was already in front of him. "You will not whisper a word of what happened to any soul. And if any employee does, you’ll shut them down. Understood?" he compelled.

The manager, dazed under hypnosis, nodded slowly.

Asher turned to leave, then paused. "You’ll also forget we ever stepped foot in this store. Delete the footage, everything that could implicate us after we’re done."

"I will forget everything," the manager repeated like a zombie.

Only then did Asher step away.

"My hero," Violet teased him.

But Asher didn’t crack a smile. If anything, he seemed on edge now, his beautifully slitted eyes sweeping the store, silently counting every employee in sight.

"I’m afraid money might not do the trick. I’ll need to compel each and every one of them. We’re not taking any risks."

Not that they intended to hide their relationship forever. However, all it took was one phone call and the press would swarm their temporary lodging. They needed to figure things out before outside interference. The press wouldn’t go easy on them, and once the truth came out, it would be a feeding frenzy. Their harem needed to be strong to withstand whatever may come.

Violet nodded in understanding.

This was a luxury store, racks of clothing, both male and female, sparkling under mood lighting. An attendant appeared hurriedly, clipboard in hand, ready to assist.

"H-hello, my name is Vera, and I’m here to assist you with your shopping," the lady introduced herself, flustered. She obviously knew who they were.

"Hello," Violet responded politely.

"Perhaps to help Lady Violet make informed choices, may I take her measurements?" Vera asked sweetly.

Roman stepped forward before Violet could answer.

"You don’t need to worry about that..." He gestured to himself. "I’m a master at this."

Violet rolled her eyes. The pride of this guy could reach heaven.

"Really?" the assistant was intrigued.

Roman announced confidently, his gaze slowly roaming over Violet’s body. "32B breasts, obviously. Waist? Thirty-seven inches. Hips... maybe thirty-nine."

If Roman wasn’t bluffing, then Violet had to admit she was impressed with his ability to guess her size with just one glance.

Asher, who had been examining the fancy eyeglasses nearby, scoffed.

"She’s a 34B."

The silence that followed was almost spiritual.

Asher turned to Roman and said, "You can check if you don’t believe it." _{f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com}

The temperature in the room suddenly rose as a stare-down ensued.

"Does it even matter?" Violet asked, rubbing her temples. "This is the dumbest argument you two have ever had—"

"Debatable," Alaric said from the corner. He was also interested in the result.

Griffin crossed his arms and raised a brow. "You both sound like idiots."

But Roman argued. "No. Just like he said, we’re going to settle this."

"Sure, go on." Asher’s voice was cocky now. He addressed the assistant. "Go ahead. Confirm it."

The assistant was utterly speechless, caught in their weird little power play. What was going on here? Yet she had no choice but to step forward with a soft tape in hand. Violet sighed and lifted her arms, letting her get it over with.

"There is seriously no need for this." She shook her head, not in pity for them, but for herself. How did she even get involved with these men in the first place?

Just a quick wrap around her bust, a gentle tug, and the verdict came out.

"She’s a 34B," the assistant announced.

Roman froze. No way he was wrong.

"Even cats gain weight." Asher smiled, smug as hell, and walked off deeper into the store.

Alaric let out a low whistle and reached out to pat Roman’s shoulder. "Solid guess, champ."

Roman slapped his hand away, scowling. "Don’t touch me."

"Alright, alright." Alaric raised both hands like a saint and casually strolled toward the cologne section. Drama queen, he thought. Roman really could be a sore loser.

Violet approached him. "Satisfied now?"

Roman touched his heart. "It hurts so bad. But there’s something that can heal me." He leaned toward her, lips puckered for a kiss.

But Violet rolled her eyes and pinned his lips with her hand before they could make contact. "Not happening. Now come on already," she said, grabbing Roman’s hand and dragging him down the next aisle.

He followed with a dramatic groan. "I still think that tape was rigged."

"Only you would."