Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 548: A Better Rain

After Irene left the party, the other Alphas followed one by one. They all knew tomorrow would be a long day,

and with the responsibility of leadership weighing on their shoulders, rest was non-negotiable. Wolves might be

stronger and more resilient than humans, but even their bodies needed downtime.

The humans, however, were another story.

Most of the high-ranking dignitaries had retreated for the night, but plenty of others stayed behind. Right now,

they were drunk out of their minds, laughing too loudly, swaying on their feet, and making an absolute spectacle

of themselves.

Violet, Roman, and Griffin sat at their table, quietly watching them with growing annoyance. Even though the

punishment was given to Roman, there was no way on earth they were leaving him to deal with the mess alone.

They were in this together.

"I wish Alaric was here," Violet said. "He'd just make it rain on them and clear this place out."

"Same," Griffin sighed, rubbing his temple.

But Roman perked up suddenly, his grin spreading wide and positively sinister.

"Don’t worry," he said, leaning back with that glint in his eyes Violet never trusted. "I can make it rain something

else."

"Roman?" Violet asked, suspicious.

He grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, speaking in an exaggerated, fake accent. "Don’t worry,

mademoiselle, it will be harmless fun. Absolutely magnifique."

Violet groaned. That didn’t reassure her at all, but she let it go.

Roman released her hand and focused forward. The next moment, the black of his eyes shifted, twisting

unnaturally until they mirrored the glossy pupils of a bird. It was startling, but Violet didn’t flinch. She just held

her breath, and watched him, intrigued.

Roman’s gaze went distant, as if he were seeing through someone else’s vision. Then cthe first sharp caw.

Then a second. And a third.

At first, the guests ignored it. The music was still going, and the dancing didn’t stop, not until a single bird

swooped low and plop! It dropped poop on a man’s suit. The poor victim screamed, spinning in a circle as his

friends laughed mercilessly.

And then cthe second bird. The third. The fourth.

Heads turned upward, and dread dawned on every drunken face as nearly fifty birds darkened the sky.

As if Roman had given a silent command, the birds dove as one. What followed was a rain of bird poop pelting

the guests like nature's cruel joke.

Chaos broke out. Guests and reporters shrieked and scrambled, shoes flying, dresses torn as they tripped over

each other in blind panic. This wasn’t like the rat epidemic — no one was sticking around this time. They bolted,

fleeing the garden entirely.

In less than two minutes, the once-packed garden was deserted.

From behind a hedge, Violet, Roman, and Griffin cout.

"Viola!" Roman shouted with glee, throwing his arms wide triumphantly. "It got the job done!"

But Violet's smile vanished when she noticed the streak of blood trailing from Roman's nose.

"Roman!" she gasped, rushing to his side. Without hesitation, she wiped the blood away with her thumb, her face

etched with concern. "Enough animal control for today."

"Aww, she’s worried about me," Roman teased her.

"Of course I'm worried about you, idiot!" Violet snapped. "For a skill you haven't trained in years, you're pushing

yourself way too far."

Roman smirked, though it was tired around the edges. "You know what would make it better? A kiss or two." He

waggled his brows playfully.

To be honest, he hadn't expected her to take him seriously. So when Violet cupped his face and kissed him

square on the lips, Roman froze.

It was a warm, lingering kiss, and his only regret was that it didn’t last longer.

"Better now?" Violet asked softly when she pulled back.

Roman’s grin spread so wide it was ridiculous. His cheeks burned red. "Yeah, more than better."

Griffin’s dry voice cut through the moment. "The scan’t be said for the garden."

They turned to look, and sure enough, there was bird poop everywhere.

"You've officially increased the workload," Griffin deadpanned.

Roman just shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Manure’s good for the plants."

Griffin sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat. Roman was absolutely insufferable. There was no point in trying

to reason with him.

"Let's just get this over with." Griffin muttered.

They started cleaning with Violet doing her best to keep them focused, while Roman whistled cheerfully as if this

wasn't a task at all.

It went smoothly for about five minutes.

Then Roman, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, scooped up a small clump of wet leaves and tossed it at

Griffin's back. The clump hit with a soft splatt.

Griffin froze mid-motion, his spine going rigid. Slowly, he turned his head, his brown eyes narrowing.

"Roman..." Griffin's voice was dangerously calm. "Don’t. Do. That. Again."

Roman placed a hand over his heart in mock innocence. "Of course, big guy. I'd never dream of it."

A minute later, splatt.

This time, the clump smacked Griffin right in the chest.

Roman grinned. "Oops."

Griffin didn’t even reply. He charged at him.

"AHH!" Roman shrieked, taking off

like his life depended on it. He darted

between the scattehéd chairs and

halfoppled tables, laughing wildly,

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"Chere!" Griffin roared.

"Nope! Nope! Nope!" Roman cackled, dodging left, then right, until — WHAM!

Griffin tackled him to the ground, his full weight crashing down.

"Oof!" Roman gasped, the air whooshing out of his lungs. Okay, that hurt a little bit. But then, he asked for it.

Griffin straddled him, playfully landing punches to his chest and arms.

"Ahh, yes, Daddy! Harder!" Roman moaned tically, wiggling beneath him. "Punish me!"

Griffin's punches grew sharper. "Shut up!"

Violet groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, con, guys!"

At once, Griffin shot off Roman scowling, while Roman lay there, laughing like a lunatic.

Then Violet froze as a sharp, pricking

sensation crawled up her Poh

was the unmistakable(el fg

being Wat Red. She turned around,

her eyes scanning the hedges and

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But there was nothing, just swaying flowers and still darkness.

"What is it?" Roman asked, his laughter dying when he saw her tense expression.

"Nothing," Violet said finally, though

unease lingered in her voice. Shen

turned Ras ierorbing a smile.

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