Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 5: Impossible To Tame A Beast

Note: you are about to glimpse the mind of a sociopath, psychopath, you name it.

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The new students joined the end of the breakfast line, chatting and laughing, blissfully unaware of the predator watching them.

It wasn't until one girl felt the scorching intensity of a stare that she turned around, a smile still playing on her lips, only for it to falter when her eyes locked with Asher Nightshade.

Or rather, with his shade. Had it been his actual eyes, who knew what might have happened to her by now?

She was one of the new scholarship students; like the others, she had heard whispers of his sinister reputation. Her friend beside her, still unaware of the abrupt change in her demeanor, remained engrossed in conversation until the girl tapped her. The instant her friend looked up and met Asher's eyes, the light in her own died as well.

Immediately, their conversation died, turning to face forward. A few nearby students noticed the sudden hush and turned to look, only to quickly avert their eyes once they realized it was Asher Nightshade.

None of them knew why he was staring at them as though he could burn a hole through their skulls, but they didn't want to find out. No one in their right mind wanted to be caught under his attention.

No one.

Asher sighed, running a hand through his jet-black hair, so dark it seemed to repel the light. The sides were faded, while the top was longer, often spilling over his eyes. It used to be even longer, a curtain he'd relied on to hide his cursed eyes. But when he started at this school, he had to rely on the shade instead, forcing him to cut it shorter.

But right now, none of that mattered, not when he had bigger issues. The new girl was still absent. And by "new girl," he meant Violet Purple. Asher knew this because he had been keeping a close watch on her situation.

From the moment Jameson sent out the acceptance letter, Asher had been on high alert, expecting her to show up the next day, ready to fall into his arms—arms that were more than ready to receive her. Except that was not happening.

It had been a week, and still, there was no response from her. He even sent a follow-up letter, just in case she hadn't received the first one, but there was still nothing. To take it a step further, he had Jameson call her school to find out why she hadn't accepted the offer, but they couldn't provide any answers. And it was beginning to drive him insane.

that, according to the rules, Violet should now be ineligible for the scholarship by now, but that wasn't going to happen. He was the

to devour her whole. Asher wanted to believe that Violet was doing this on purpose, playing games with him. He imagined that once she was done

whiff of her. And he intended to get a taste of her soon. The thought of it made a certain area of his body tighten, and he tapped his feet

her from wherever corner of the earth she was hiding in. There was a limit to his patience. No one challenged him and got away with it.

as an arm wrapped around Asher's neck, jolting him from

catching his scent, Asher knew exactly who it was. Only one person dared to invade his space like

turned, confirming his

Roman Draven.

to them. Though, in

word "brother" made Asher scrunch his nose. He didn't have brothers. They were competitors, all of them, vying for the title of the future Alpha King. But if there was

charming, mischievous, and known for being

as if trying to seduce everyone with his effortless charm, and those same

made him popular among his peers. But beneath that carefree facade was a more cunning side.

despite his roguish behavior, he was fiercely loyal to those he cared about and wasn't as shallow as he seemed.

a smirk that screamed mischief. "I see

in fact—but no one ever mistook him for a prince charming. And the

his darkness. And even those who had graced his bed always made the same mistake. They thought they could tame him. They never understood it was impossible to tame a beast until

a coward? He hoped not. He had so much planned for her, and the thought of finally

gaze sharp but devoid of lust. If anything, he was measuring

her face. Asher could've easily dug deeper and found more about

wanted to see if the real Violet would live up to the version he'd created in his mind. And the thought of her being everything he dreamed of made him hard again. Damn the gods. He hadn't

go for that one," Roman said casually, nodding toward a girl

His brother had

"Not interested," Asher grumbled.