Chapter 550: The Plan

Chapter 550: The Plan

Roman shook her gently from sleep. "Violet."

She stirred, slowly sitting up. A strange warmth spread through her chest, a deep sense of completion, as though every scattered piece of her soul had finally been pulled back together.

"Thalia?" she whispered, testing the name on her lips.

Roman tilted his head. "Who’s Thalia?"

"My wolf," Violet breathed, awe threading through her voice.

"Yes, call my name with pride, girl. "

A fierce, feminine voice rang inside Violet’s head making her eyes widen with wonder.

Violet let out a shaky laugh. "Okay, she’s a proud one."

Roman’s eyes lit up. He crouched low, hands braced on his thighs, and leaned close like he could see through her. His dimples flashed in a teasing grin. "Hello to you, Thalia."

"Hello to you too, sexy mate," Thalia purred. "Tell him I wouldn’t mind him throwing me on my back this morning."

Violet’s cheeks blazed crimson. "Alright, that’s enough introduction for today." She bolted to her feet, forcing Roman to straighten too.

Roman narrowed his eyes curiously. "What did she say?"

"She said hello," Violet said a little too quickly.

"I said more than hello, human vessel," Thalia snapped. "Tell him to take us to bed. I have needs."

Violet’s lips twitched, wondering if the goddess had cursed her with an animal version of her mother, Nancy. That would be a nightmare she wouldn’t wake up from.

She shot back in her mind, "First off, I have a name, use it. Second, we have more important things to do than rutting like animals."

"I am an animal," Thalia replied smugly.

"Yes," Violet shot back with sarcasm, "how could I forget?"

"I am a warrior wolf, Violet Purple," Thalia declared with such pride it thrummed in every word.

"And I’m your owner," Violet countered confidently. "Start getting used to it."

"I thought this was supposed to be a partnership, you and me."

"Oh, now it’s a partnership?" Violet’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with dry sarcasm as she saw straight through her antics.

While Violet and Thalia were still going back and forth mentally, Griffin stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling out behind him. A single white towel hung dangerously low on his hips, droplets of water trailing down his broad chest.

He stopped short, frowning, when he saw Violet standing stiffly, her eyes unfocused and locked on nothing in particular.

"What’s going on with her?" Griffin asked, concerned. That was a first.

Roman, of course, gladly explained. "Finally, her wolf’s talking to her."

"Oh." Griffin nodded slowly. "That’s good, I think." His brows drew together. "But without control, this might be bad timing. Violet has no experience handling a wolf’s instincts."

Before Roman could reply, Violet’s gaze suddenly snapped to Griffin like a predator locking on prey.

"Oh sweet moon goddess," Thalia purred in Violet’s head. "Look at that man. Those arms like thick, perfect ropes I wouldn’t mind being tied up with. And those shoulders? Mountains I could climb all night. And don’t even get me started on those abs, sweet heavens, you could grate cheese on them."

Violet’s breath hitched. She had always known Griffin was sexy, but Thalia’s raw, unfiltered lust slammed into her like a tidal wave, nearly knocking her off balance.

"Mine," Thalia growled possessively. "Ours. I want him now."

"No!"

"Violet?" Griffin’s head tilted, his tone uncertain.

"Huh?" Violet jerked back to reality, only to feel a wet trail at the corner of her mouth.

"What the—!" She swiped at it, face flaming, while Roman doubled over with unrestrained laughter.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Roman wheezed. "Thalia and I are going to get along so well."

Griffin didn’t say a word, but the smile at the corner of his lips was proof enough he was, well, flattered.

Violet groaned, throwing her hands up. "How do I block her out?!"

Griffin said, "As the host, you have greater control here, Violet. The same way you shift into her, you can shift her away—silence that part of her until you’re ready to let her speak. But wolves have minds of their own, so it might backfire if she throws a tantrum and refuses to respond. With time, though, your bond will grow stronger, and you’ll both learn to balance each other."

Yeah, she would take her chances.

Heart pounding, Violet closed her eyes and focused. It took everything in her, but slowly, the bond with Thalia dimmed until it went completely quiet. She exhaled in relief, sweat beading her temple.

Although, somehow, she could still feel Thalia like an itch beneath her skin that refused to go away.

Violet had never appreciated the silence of her own mind until Thalia’s wild energy crowded every corner of her thoughts. Now there was another presence lodged deep within her, and it would take time to get used to.

One thing was certain though, she had to master her wolf before Thalia’s instincts consumed her completely.

Griffin’s voice was all business. "Violet, go shower. We leave by eight."

As Violet moved toward the bathroom, Roman’s voice followed her. "Need some company in there, baby girl?"

Without looking back, Violet raised her middle finger high in answer.

Roman’s laugh rang out, rich and unrepentant. "You know I always love fucking you, baby girl."

Violet almost stumbled at the entrance. Goddess, you could never win against Roman. Not with that wicked mouth of his.

Quickly, Violet shoved his nonsense out of her head, showered, and dressed, though she was beginning to get nervous.

According to Elijah’s orders, all the Alphas were to travel with him on his private jet to the West Pack. That included not only the ruling Alphas but their heirs as well. And since Violet was now mated to two of those heirs, she was automatically included.

The thought of being trapped on a jet with Elijah was enough to make her stomach twist. Not only was his presence suffocating, but gathering every Alpha and heir into one plane was politically reckless. If anything happened midair — an accident, or sabotage — their entire leadership would be wiped out in one blow.

Which was why they had their own plan.

They intended to slip away before reaching the airport. If they timed it right, Elijah wouldn’t notice their absence until it was far too late. By the time he doubled back to hunt them down, they’d already be off to save Alaric.

At least, that was the plan.