Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 15: She Called And He Answered.

There was nothing natural about this. Violet was certain Asher Nightshade was messing with her mind. But how? She hadn’t looked directly into his eyes... or had she? Her mind swirled with too many questions, but she knew that finding answers had to start with getting back to reality.

She recalled a book she’d once read about dream manipulation, where the only way to break free was to put oneself in a life-threatening situation. The four-story drop outside should do.

Outside, the sky was still dark with the first hints of dawn barely touching the horizon. And from her viewpoint, the ground below looked like a yawning abyss.

For a fleeting moment, doubt crossed her mind. What if she jumped and it led to her death? Well, if that was the case, at least it would end this nightmare. Better that than another second with this psychopath.

And so, she jumped.

The descent felt endless, a chilling rush of air whipping past her. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for impact, but when she opened them, she was standing right back in Asher’s room, unharmed.

Oh no. No, no, no. Frustration burned through her. What was going on here? Why was this happening to her? She hadn’t even done anything to draw his attention.

Her gaze turned icy as she stared at Asher, hatred simmering through every vein. This was all because of him. Driven by sheer rage, she started toward him, fully intending to make him regret every second of this torment.

Yet, as she approached, Asher’s expression remained lazily indifferent, like she was simply there for his amusement. She could see the mocking glint in his eye, as if he believed she was powerless against him.

Well, she’d prove him wrong. Others in the academy might worship him, might submit to his whims, but she’d sooner die than let him go unchallenged.

Violet didn’t mind that she might look ridiculous to him, approaching him in nothing but pants and a bra. If only Violet knew that Asher thought otherwise, and right now, she looked like his very brand of wild temptation, fierce, untamed, and absolutely captivating.

Violet was not a violent person, but she was capable of violence, especially when it was provoked by assholes like him.

wrapping her hand around Asher’s neck and snarling,

and frustration. Everything had happened so quickly, shattering

smirk that made her blood boil. She tightened her grip, determined to

scene flickered, like a hazy dream shifting focus, and when Violet blinked, she found herself in

Asher on the

was Asher’s world; he was

tried to move away, but he said,

out of this position, but it was as though the fight had been siphoned out of her, and insidious, coaxing whispers in her mind suggested she let go, to trust him. Her body responded, moving in sync

A deep flush crept up her cheeks as

she was disgusted by this manipulative psychopath, but her body betrayed her, drawn to his intense allure. She clung desperately to the scraps of control

whole, leaving not even her bones behind. And with the Academy’s reputation

stunned her, and she looked up in confusion. Was this some twisted attempt to romanticize the idea of taking her against

haunting eyes, she saw something that made her

everything to him. Which didn’t make any sense. They’d met only once today, and this was the longest

been waiting for her. And his hand, slowly caressing her cheek,

second, she almost let herself fall for it.

"mind fucker." If he thought she’d just surrender to his delusions, he was sorely mistaken. She’d never let herself get

he was

finally here,

croaked, taken