Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 43: My King

Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-dum!

Violet could hear the quick rhythm of her heart pounding in her chest. This was the closest she’d ever been with a man, and it bothered her greatly because she shouldn’t like it, yet her body seemed to.

No man had ever stirred her like this. Asher was a bad idea, every one of her principles went against getting involved with someone like him. And yet, tell that to the throbbing need between her legs.

But then, just because her body desired him didn’t mean she would give in to the bad idea. She controlled her body, not the other way around. Hence, she was determined to take back the reins.

"Get off me!" she hissed, her voice sounding as strong and confident as she could make it, despite the blush creeping up her neck, flushing her face with embarrassment.

"No."

"No?" Violet repeated in disbelief.

"Yes." He smiled that cunning, self-assured smile of his. "But you can make me."

Violet’s eyes flashed with defiance. Did he think she couldn’t? She would prove him wrong.

She pushed against his shoulders, attempting to throw him off her. Gods above! It was like trying to move an immovable wall. He didn’t budge an inch.

Though it stunned her how he wasn’t crushing her beneath all his weight, he remained infuriatingly immovable. Violet tried again and again, her muscles straining as she huffed in exhaustion. Her frustration grew until she could no longer hold back.

"Bastard!" she cursed, glaring at him with all the rage she could muster, especially knowing he was doing this on purpose.

Asher burst into laughter, his gaze never leaving hers. There was something dark and playful in his eyes, something that said he was enjoying this far more than he should. From the way he pinned her wrists, down to the way he hovered over her, it was as if he was relishing in her helplessness.

"Bastard?" He chuckled deeply, his tone mocking yet oddly affectionate. "Oh, darling, I’ve been called much worse. And the people who called me such usually lose a tooth or more. But you, my little purple queen, when you put it that way... somehow, it doesn’t sound like an insult coming from you."

His vertically slitted eyes seemed to glow brighter, as if some beast was awakening and peering

could feel her heart thudding against her ribcage, her breath catching. No,

lips only inches from hers. His dark, wild hair framed his features, the scrapes and bruises across his skin adding a rugged, dangerous

as though she were the only thing in his world, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her want to give in

her skin flushed and hot under his gaze. There was something about Asher, something about the power radiating from him that made her

She was doomed. Violet knew what this was. His wolf was calling to her and her body, though human, had primal instincts too. Just like natural selection, her body was recognizing a strong, dominant, powerful male for mating — in the case of the wolves — and reproduction — for

there would be no

Off." She

a brow as if amused

"Please," she begged him, her eyes darting

for too long. They knew better than to test their luck with him, and those who

she’d be appearing on the Oracle’s

popular

regretfully. "I wish I could help you, but your king called earlier

this

nerves fraying. How had she gotten involved with this madman again? So much had happened in such a short span of time she had forgotten. Oh, right, the damned application! She’d put herself in this

done, Violet! She

anyway. "I swear, I will murder you if

said, his grin widening, "you might just

wasn’t just the romantic words, but the way he said it like he meant it. Every single

happened, Asher finally got off her, only to lie beside her, pushing her to face him as they

resting comfortably, his face

him before. She looked over her shoulder, catching sight of her friends, communicating

If anything, their expressions seemed to say, "Good luck with your