Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 42: The Nightshade Is Poison

"Hello, my purple queen," a deep, masculine voice murmured into Violet’s ear, making the hairs on her body stand on end.

The voice was unmistakably Asher’s. It was velvety smooth, yet laced with an underlying edge of danger. The nickname and the warmth of his breath on her skin made Violet’s heart lurch, both in a good and a bad way.

He said to her, "Why do you refuse to answer to your king?"

Violet turned her head just enough to see Asher’s infuriatingly smug face beside her.

"For starters," she said with intentional coldness, "I am not your queen. Stop calling me that. Secondly, get away from me." She wrinkled her nose and nudged him with her shoulder, her annoyance showing. "You smell like blood and dirt. I wouldn’t want you to get that on me."

But like an annoying mosquito, the nudge only seemed to spur Asher on further. His lips curled into a wicked grin, his tone dangerously amused. "Really? Is that so?"

Before Violet could even process what he was about to do, Asher leaned in and rubbed his face against hers. It was a gesture that should’ve seemed intimate, even romantic to everyone watching, but it was anything but. All Asher did was smear his blood, sweat, and grime all over her.

"Aah!!!" Violet screamed, her voice echoing across the lawn like a banshee. She could feel his sweat and the dirt caking her skin, and she recoiled, her face twisted in disgust.

But the psychopath wasn’t finished. Asher, laughing like a child, took it a step further, rubbing his still-bleeding wound all over her, leaving trails of blood smeared across her cheek, neck and uniform.

"Get off me!" Violet yelled, completely losing her composure. She swung her arms wildly, trying to push him away. It felt like her entire world had descended into chaos, the laughter and blood, dirt, and her frustrated screams mingling together.

Asher finally pulled back, a triumphant look on his face as he took a step back. He could barely contain his laughter as Violet glared at him, her face flushed with rage. And just like that, without a word of apology or an ounce of shame, he took off, sprinting away with an agility that only a werewolf could possess.

"You fucking asshole! I’m going to kill you today! Do

angry that she could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, and nothing else mattered.

laughter ringing out loudly in the lawn, as he effortlessly dodged her attempts to catch him. Whenever Violet thought she was close enough, each time she

This was different. Asher looked... happy, genuinely enjoying himself,

distance, Violet’s friends watched the spectacle

close to grab but she shove

muttered, the realization dawning on

leaning casually against the back of the bench, shook his head and spoke ominously. "And that, my dear, means your friend Violet is in

Violet to stay away from him." He

pounding with worry. There was something chilling about the way Dion spoke, the certainty in his tone. She swallowed hard and

"You’re a curious one too," he said smoothly, "so you should

gaze flickering back to her friend who was still chasing Asher, the two of them creating a spectacle that no one was forgetting anytime soon,

this point, Lila could only hope that Violet understood the kind of danger she was walking into by associating with Asher, because there was

Meanwhile....

Violet managed to tackle Asher to the

heavy thud, the force of their fall knocking the air out

thinking twice, Violet straddled him, her hands going straight for his neck. Her eyes were

growled, squeezing his throat with all

she had her hands around his neck, even while she straddled him and tried to choke him, Asher was smiling.