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."

was just a dream. And yet, the sensation of his hands moving down her spine felt almost

escaped her lips, and not

to captivate anyone with a single look, Violet finally understood why he hid them. Asher’s eyes were

looked at her with a lazy, almost predatory gaze,

of his unusual eyes, until he ruined it

her. She was in bed with Asher fucking Nightshade. Her gaze dropped down to her body. Double fuck. She was practically naked, only

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

if he could somehow sense her thoughts, Asher flashed a predator’s smile

reading her mind right now. Filled with fury, Violet swung

like her awareness was slipping, that she was waking

think; 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 would surely spread, but she’d risk it all to escape that psychopath who dared to snatch her from

Anger coursed through her, but there was nothing she could

his name to the list of Alphas she intended to seek revenge on. With Griffin and Roman already claiming the first two spots, Asher had

bizarre happened. A second later, she found

What. The. Actual. Hell.

some kind of trick. Violet was stubborn, so she marched right back to the door and went through it again, only to find herself

no, this couldn’t

and left

the headboard, arms folded behind his head, watching his "purple flower" stumble through her futile