Defy The Alpha(s)

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."

couldn’t be—this was just a dream. And yet, the sensation of his hands moving down her spine felt almost painfully real. And why did it

himself. Rather than anger, a gasp of astonishment escaped her lips, and not because of the shocking intimacy of their bodies pressed together, but because Asher Nightshade wasn’t wearing his shades, leaving her face-to-face with

single look, Violet finally understood why he hid them. Asher’s eyes were

had read about in stories. Asher looked at her with a lazy, almost predatory gaze, perfectly embodying a passage she’d

unusual eyes, until he ruined it by speaking. "You’re

her. She was in bed with Asher fucking Nightshade. Her gaze dropped down to

thing she remembered was going to bed, so how she was now half-naked and in Asher’s bed was beyond her

if he could somehow sense her thoughts, Asher flashed a predator’s smile and murmured, "How did you know black was my

with fury, Violet swung

she was waking up from this nightmare, but then the sensation abruptly stopped. She was still

half-dressed. She

coursed through her, but there was nothing she could do

the list of Alphas she intended

through the door, something bizarre happened. A second later, she found

What. The. Actual. Hell.

back to the door and

this couldn’t be

and

his head, watching his "purple flower" stumble through