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.

Griffin’s move from earlier, wrapping her hand around Asher’s neck and snarling, "What in the mother-fucking world have you done

by anger and frustration. Everything had happened so quickly,

grinned at her?! A smug, infuriating smirk that made her blood boil. She

The scene flickered, like a hazy dream shifting focus, and

Asher

face as realization struck. This was Asher’s

away, but he said, "Calm

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 with the pull of his

up her cheeks as she

In her mind, 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

And with the Academy’s reputation for

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

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

They’d met only once today, and this was the longest they’d ever interacted and here he was, looking at her

think, not with him looking at her like he’d been waiting for her. And his hand, slowly caressing her cheek, was breaking down her carefully built walls,

let herself fall for it. But then, she remembered she was dealing

had told her Asher was a master manipulator, a "mind fucker." If he thought she’d just surrender to his delusions, he was sorely mistaken. She’d

was about to throw some sass and shatter whatever spell he was trying to weave, Asher spoke, his voice soft with a strange endearment

here, my

croaked,