Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 16: Souvenir

For over a moment, Violet unleashed a string of curses that would’ve made any sailor proud. Nancy had once teased her about her foul mouth, warning it would land her in trouble one day.

But really, what did she expect, raising her in a place like the ghetto? However, the situation right now deserved every bit of curses she could heap on the fool who had expertly manipulated her fate.

Nothing stung more than the burn of regret. She should have known! The signs had been there, clear as day, but she’d ignored them, blinded by her hunger for a better life. No legitimate school would have taken her with that crass application she’d sent in. And yet, somehow, they did.

She should’ve seen the scholarship for what it was. A trap, plain and simple. And now, she has landed in the arms or crotch — considering their intimate position right now — of one of the psychopaths the school had to offer. The most dangerous, at the moment.

The first thought that came to her was to get off him, and she moved to do just that except Asher’s power was still active and it hit her like a wall. She halted mid-motion, accidentally grinding against him in the process.

"Fuck!" he groaned, hands gripping her hips tightly, as if any further movement might push him over the edge.

His breath came ragged as he said, "I might be in your head right now, but this feels real enough to me. And it could be real for you too..." His tone softened to a darkly seductive whisper as he traced a finger down her back, watching with interest as her skin responded to his touch, every hair standing on edge. "...if you’ll let me in." He held her gaze, his eyes full of a twisted, inviting allure.

But the cold, lethal glare Violet shot him in return made it clear that she would rather cut him down to size before she’d ever surrender to his sick games.

"Where am I?" Violet demanded.

"My room," he replied casually.

"I mean, where is my body right now?" she snarled, frustration biting at her tone. She’d figured out that this wasn’t reality after she’d thrown herself out the window and landed back in his room without a scratch. This was all some kind of twisted mind game.

"Oh." A smirk crept onto Asher’s lips. "To be precise, your body is in your room while your mind is here with me."

Violet’s brow furrowed. "I didn’t look you in the eyes. So how am I here? What did you do to me?"

Asher chuckled. "It’s amusing, watching you think you know all there is to know about my ability. Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I gave away my secrets?" His tone dripped with amusement.

narrowed, unimpressed.

made her heart skip a beat. For a split second, she feared she’d pushed him too far. But

worry," Asher said with a note of confidence that made her stomach clench. "I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough, Violet

her all too clearly that he was the

saw something special in her, that her rough, blunt application had somehow captured their interest. Now that

time. She’d noticed he enjoyed it when she

though Violet couldn’t deny that being this close to him sent heat coursing through

I want from you?"

how long this game of ours will last, but just a quick reminder, I have classes today. I’d hate to doze off on my first day after this... little rendezvous." She

mouth twitched, amused by her defiance. Finally, he cut to the point. "Be mine, my purple flower," he said proudly, as though offering her some great privilege. "Be my Queen.

this, the audacity still shook her. Violet’s shock quickly faded, replaced by

my dream, then. So, you’re mine

of color as his

not what I—" She started, but before she could finish or backtrack, Asher tightened his hold on her. The warmth of his hand felt like a brand on her skin, and her heart

his hand drifted downward, fingers grazing her skin inch by inch, each

realize she was holding her breath. Why, though? She had no idea if she was more

along her inner thigh, tension wound tighter within her, her heart skipping a beat. She couldn’t fathom why she was entertaining this nonsense but allowed it to happen, maybe to test how far Asher would go. Besides,

Violet thought he would reach her, he stopped abruptly. They locked eyes, the air between them crackling with electricity, neither willing to

into a maddeningly slow smile. It was the smirk of someone

think I’ll save that for next time," he murmured, his hand lingering just long enough to leave her body humming with anticipation

time, asshole,

realize you’re the only one who can speak to me like that

to kill me,

sweet Violet," he purred, "why would I go to such lengths to bring you here only

end game?" she demanded, suspicion flaring in her