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, "What

breaths came hard, fueled by anger and frustration. Everything had happened so quickly,

smirk that made her blood boil. She tightened her grip, determined to make him feel that she wasn’t bluffing and that she

happened. The scene flickered, like a hazy dream shifting focus, and when Violet blinked, she found

Asher on the

her face as realization struck. This was Asher’s world; he was the puppet master, pulling the

Violet tried to move away, but he said,

position, but it was as though the fight had been siphoned out of her,

sparring for control. A deep flush crept up her cheeks as she realized she was positioned directly over his arousal. And oh, he was hard beneath her. Very hard. And huge — she tried not to take

this manipulative psychopath, but her body

look in his eyes, like he intended to devour her whole, leaving not even her bones behind. And with the Academy’s reputation for power plays, she expected him

cupped her cheeks. The unexpected gentleness of his touch stunned her, and she looked up in confusion. Was this

those strange, haunting eyes, she saw something that made her uneasy—not in a terrifying way, but

make any sense. They’d met only once today, and this was the longest they’d ever interacted and here he was,

at her like he’d been waiting for her. And his hand, slowly caressing her cheek,

split second, she almost let herself fall for it. But then, she remembered she

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

some sass and shatter whatever spell he was trying to weave, Asher spoke, his

here, my purple

Violet croaked, taken