Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 50: Dick Debate

"What’s happening?" Violet’s voice cracked with fear. She cast a desperate glance around the circle of werewolves surrounding her, but no one answered. Not even Asher.

Instead, they began to strip.

"What the hell..." she whispered, watching every single one of them

remove their clothing.

It didn’t stop at shirts. To Violet’s mounting horror, they undressed completely. In no time, every werewolf stood before her, stark naked.

Violet froze, her muscles locking in place as she was overwhelmed by panic and disbelief. She could have turned away, but where? She was surrounded, hemmed in on every side by naked werewolves.

Her feet felt glued to the ground, her tongue heavy in her mouth. Her wide, golden eyes bulging as they involuntarily took in the sight of so much exposed flesh.

And there, standing directly in front of her, was Asher.

Her gaze locked on him, trailing over his broad shoulders and down his muscular frame. She wanted to scream, to demand an explanation for what was happening, but her focus wavered as she noticed something that made her pause.

Scars.

Asher’s body was riddled with them. Jagged, cruel scars marred his otherwise flawless skin. Some of the scars were faint and old, while others looked more recent, as though they’d refused to fade.

Violet’s heart clenched in her chest. She didn’t understand why, but staring at those scars felt like someone had physically squeezed her soul. Werewolves were known for their rapid healing abilities, their bodies rarely leaving any trace of injury behind. And yet these scars remained. There was only one weapon capable of leaving such marks

Silver.

had tortured Asher, over and over, with silver. Who could have done such a thing to him? And why? Violet didn’t know why it mattered so much to her, but

voice broke through her reverie, shattering the moment like

eyes. How could he smile at a time like this? After everything someone had put him through?

for an

very prominent, very large erection jutted

attempt to hide it. His unashamed desire was written all over

mingled with embarrassment.

him, Violet turned her

Violet tried to look away, only for her gaze to unfortunately land on Griffin

rippling with stocky

it was that. He could slice a

Such an unlucky lady.

inhaled deeply, steeling herself. They wanted to intimidate her, to make her squirm. But she wasn’t going to give them the

forgotten who she

in on more than her fair share of inappropriate moments. Men flashing their parts wasn’t shocking to her. It

strip show, then fine. She’d watch. Who knows, she might even enjoy

And so it began....

chin high with an arrogant defiance, Violet’s

agility. Yet he was no less imposing, his frame exuding power in its

it seem like he was on a runway rather than standing naked in a circle of wolves. Unlike the others, he seemed to be having the most fun

caught her eye and winked, clearly enjoying her reaction. Violet rolled her eyes in response, muttering a curse under her breath before moving

a similar lithe build to Roman, but his complexion was paler. Just like the others, he was eer.... perfect. If