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.

the scholarship by now, but that wasn't going to happen. He was the rule. He would decide which humans came into the

if 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, playing games with him. He imagined that once she was done

so, because Violet had become his latest obsession, a drug he was already addicted to just from catching a whiff of her. And he intended to get a taste

of the earth she was hiding in. There was a limit to his patience. No one challenged him and got away

as an arm wrapped around Asher's

catching his scent, Asher knew exactly who it

finally turned, confirming

Roman Draven.

his so-called "cardinal brothers," as everyone else referred to them. Though, in reality,

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 one among them he could "tolerate,"

the most social of the cardinal alphas, charming, mischievous, and known for being

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

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

roguish behavior, he was fiercely loyal to those he cared about and wasn't as shallow as he seemed. Perhaps that's why Asher let him stick around. Because even he needed

with a smirk that screamed

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 understand that too, because they kept their distance, sensing the

bed always made the same mistake. They thought they

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 a wicked thrill through

couldn't help but scrutinize them, his gaze sharp but devoid of lust. If anything, he was measuring them against

been a passport-sized photo of Violet attached to her application, offering little more than her face. Asher could've easily dug deeper and found more about her, but he hadn't. He liked the anticipation, the

thought of her being everything he dreamed of made him hard again. Damn the gods. He hadn't even laid eyes on her in person, and

nodding toward a girl with large breasts, obliviously chatting

roll his eyes. Typical Roman. His brother

"Not interested," Asher grumbled.