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.

knew that, according to the rules, Violet should now be ineligible for the scholarship by now, but that wasn't going to

Violet knew. If she understood that a predator was waiting to devour her whole. Asher wanted to believe that Violet was doing this on purpose,

a drug he was already addicted to just from catching a whiff of her. And he intended to get a taste of her soon. The thought

for sure: if Violet didn't show up this week, he would drag her from wherever corner of the earth she was hiding in. There was a limit to his patience. No one

wrapped around Asher's neck, jolting

without looking or catching his scent, Asher knew exactly who it was. Only one person dared to invade his

turned, confirming

Roman Draven.

"cardinal brothers," as everyone else referred to them. Though, in reality, they weren't related in

competitors, all of them, vying for the title of the future Alpha King. But if there was

of the cardinal alphas, charming, mischievous, and known for being a notorious flirt. It wasn't hard to see why women flocked to

his tousled green hair that he ran his hands through as if trying

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

he seemed the most harmless of the four, there was a darkness to him, proving appearances could be deceiving. Yet, despite his roguish behavior, he was fiercely loyal to those he cared about and wasn't as shallow as he seemed. Perhaps that's

with a smirk that screamed mischief. "I see you're checking out

Asher hadn't even entertained the thought. He wasn't like the man-whore sitting next to him. Yes, he was attractive—handsome as hell, in fact—but no one ever mistook him for a prince charming. And the girls seemed to

the same mistake. They thought they could tame him. They never understood it was

himself wondering if Violet would be different. Could she handle him, or would she run like the others like a coward? He hoped not. He had so much planned for her, and the thought of finally getting started sent

them, his gaze sharp but

passport-sized photo of Violet attached to her application, offering little more than her face. Asher could've easily dug

thought of her being everything he dreamed of made him hard again. Damn the gods.

nodding toward a girl with large breasts, obliviously chatting with

eyes. Typical Roman. His brother had always had a thing for boobs, the bigger,

"Not interested," Asher grumbled.