Chapter 14: His Special Prison

Violet stirred in her sleep, strong arms wrapped around her. It felt so good that she instinctively leaned into the warmth, mumbling small incomprehensive words. She had never felt this safe and protected.

Not to mention, his scent was darkly intoxicating, a complex, layered blend that seemed to wrap around her with an undeniable pull.

It was a dangerously alluring mix of smoked cedar and dark spice, laced with a sharp hint of ozone. There was an edge of iron, raw and unsettling, yet softened by a faint sweetness like night-blooming jasmine.

It wrapped around her, compelling her to breathe him in, even when she instinctively knew she shouldn’t.

He let out a low, rich laugh as she nuzzled against his neck, her nose brushing his skin. The sound reverberated through her, igniting a spark that raced through her veins and settled deep in her core, arousing her. She moaned softly, leaning in closer, and his laughter rang again, deeper this time.

"You’re a possessive one, aren’t you?" he whispered, his voice warm against her ear.

At the same time, his hand traced down her spine, sending shivers along her back.

He must’ve noticed the effect of his touch because he did it again, slower this time, dragging it out to prolong every bit of the sweet torture.

His voice dropped to a low, husky murmur. "Cling all you want, because I might already be obsessed with you, my purple flower."

Violet, who had been savoring the whole moment, suddenly went rigid as something clicked in her mind at the mention of "purple flower."

yet, the sensation of his hands moving down her spine felt almost painfully real. And

himself. Rather than anger, a gasp of astonishment escaped her lips, and not because of the shocking intimacy of their bodies pressed

understood why he hid them. Asher’s eyes were unlike any she’d seen before.

those mythical creatures she had read about in stories. Asher looked at her with a lazy, almost predatory gaze, perfectly embodying a passage she’d once read: "He gazed upon

hypnotic allure of his unusual eyes, until he

fucking Nightshade. Her gaze dropped down to her

bed, so how she was now half-naked and in Asher’s bed was

could somehow sense her thoughts, Asher flashed a predator’s smile and murmured, "How did you

her mind right now. Filled with fury, Violet swung her hand back and punched him square in

her awareness was slipping, that she was waking up from this nightmare, but

she had to get out. Violet spotted the door and bolted. She didn’t care if others might see her leaving Asher’s room half-dressed. She knew exactly how it looked, and rumors

coursed through her, but

to add his name to the list of Alphas she

A second

What. The. Actual. Hell.

to the

this couldn’t

and left

his head, watching his "purple flower" stumble through her futile

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