Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 50

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.

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

teasing voice broke through her reverie, shattering the moment like

he smile at a time like this? After everything

hitched for

very prominent, very large erection jutted out boldly

attempt to hide it. His unashamed desire was written

as rage mingled with embarrassment. He was shameless,

her head, only for her

her teeth, Violet tried to look away, only for

a mammoth, his body rippling with stocky muscles that spoke of

If there was ever a weapon to fear, it was that.

Such an unlucky lady.

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

forgotten who she

Violet had walked in on more

then fine. She’d watch. Who

And so it began....

arrogant defiance, Violet’s gaze moved

and agility. Yet he was no less imposing, his frame exuding

like he was on a runway rather than standing naked in a circle of wolves. Unlike the others, he seemed

her reaction. Violet rolled her eyes in response, muttering a curse under her breath

eer.... perfect. If you know what she meant.

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