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.

was beyond furious. Her body shook as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "You fucking asshole! I’m going

her ears, and nothing else mattered. Not the looks of the by standing

lawn, as he effortlessly dodged her attempts to catch him. Whenever Violet thought she was close enough,

usual games. It wasn’t him toying with others through manipulation. This was different. Asher looked... happy, genuinely enjoying himself, a

Violet’s friends watched the spectacle

she saw Asher teased Violet by coming close to grab but she shove him away,

gods help us all," Lila muttered, the realization dawning

leaning casually against the back of the bench, shook his head and spoke ominously. "And that, my dear, means your friend Violet is in deep shit. Of all the cardinal alphas, nothing good ever comes from associating with Asher. The Nightshade household is

a slow drink from his water bottle, his gaze still fixed on Violet and Asher. "I would say if you were a good friend, you would advise Violet to stay away from him." He paused, a contemplative look

spoke, the certainty in his tone. She swallowed hard and asked

as if he knew something she didn’t. "You’re a curious one too," he said smoothly, "so you should already

of them creating a spectacle that no one was forgetting

kind of danger she was walking into by associating with Asher, because there

Meanwhile....

Violet managed to tackle Asher to the

their fall knocking the

for his neck. Her eyes were wide

asshole!" she growled, squeezing his throat with all

around his neck, even while she straddled him and tried to choke him, Asher was