Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 55: Punish The Queen

Violet’s gaze danced around the room, her heart pounding as it had done minutes ago during the chase from the wolves. Perhaps it was her imagination but the darkness in the room was seemed almost alive.

Nonetheless, her muscles still locked up in fear. Her roommates were still motionless in their beds, undisturbed. Yet her gut told her someone was here with her.

Swallowing hard, Violet took another cautious step, her eyes never leaving the darkest corner of the room.

"Who’s there?" she whispered, trying to be brave.

But there was no response. Just the suffocating silence and her racing heart.

Violet had no choice but to reach for the lamp on her bedside table, her fingers fumbling for the switch. The light flickered to life, casting a soft glow across the room.

And there he was. The Alpha of chaos.

Asher Nightshade.

He sat casually in her own desk chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his arms crossed lazily over his chest. Those piercing gray, slitted eyes glinted in the light of her bedside lamp, holding her frozen in place. There was a casual ease to his posture, but the intensity in his gaze made her blood run cold.

Fuck her life.

"Welcome back, little purple queen," he drawled, his tone low and mocking. "How was the run? I bet you had a good time out there." A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and Violet’s stomach churned.

She froze, her heart plummeting into her stomach. She had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, waiting. Watching her.

Asher must have had his eyes the whole time she came into the room because there was no way she would have missed those eyes that glowed in the dark. He must have done it intentionally so she could get into the room and not escape earlier.

Asher’s eyes roved over her, and Violet felt exposed under his scrutiny, her damp hair clinging to her face and her clothes still slightly disheveled from her failed escape.

exactly running gear, are they? Especially that bag. If I didn’t know better, I’d say

cold. He knew. He

Well, fuck this!

attempted to. Because it seems Asher must have seen the decision in her eyes and

muscles seized, her legs refusing

been foiled by Asher. But not all of it. Surely, he couldn’t

the glow of the light guiding her, Violet rushed to Lila’s bed,

hissed, but Lila didn’t stir. Her breathing was even,

was a niggling suspicion in her mind yet Violet didn’t dare to acknowledge her. No, that would only mean he out

her belly, She moved to Ivy’s bed next, shaking her vigorously. "Ivy, come on, wake up!" But Ivy remained motionless, her chest rising

Violet wouldn’t give up. No, she couldn’t give up. That would mean admitting defeat to Asher

her way to Daisy’s bed with desperation

but Daisy,

knife to her throat, the girl wouldn’t even feel the pain as she died in

toward Asher, her hand flying before she could think, and slapped him hard across

do to them?!" she shouted, her voice shaking with rage.

and for a moment, he froze, touching his cheek as if stunned by her audacity. Then he slowly turned back to her, his

meat for slapping him. But she didn’t care. No one hurt Lila and went scot

them?" he asked, his voice

by his pained expression. She had not been

answer, asking, "Why would I hurt them? They’re your friends

had begin to feel guilty for her action, a dark smile spread across his

their heads and command them not to wake, no matter

Her stomach sank.