Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 56: A Plea For Mercy

"Punish me?" Violet said nervously, despite her attempt at bravery.

"Of course, my purple queen," Asher replied smoothly, his tone like silk laced with steel.

He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, the gesture so tender it was almost cruel. The contrast between his soft touch and the darkness in his voice sent chills racing down her spine. "You tried to run away from me, Violet. What queen runs from her king?"

"A king who is a manipulative, psychopathic jerk! And I’ve told you already, I’m not your queen! Stop calling me that!" she hissed, her golden eyes flashing.

For a brief moment, something flickered in Asher’s eyes, an emotion she couldn’t exactly name. But then he yanked her hair suddenly and sharply, forcing her to gasp as pain flared at her scalp.

God’s damn him!

Asher leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "I told you, little purple, you’re mine."

Violet’s heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to back down.

"I’m not yours!" she spat. "I’m not some property to be owned. I’m a person with rights! And if I were to belong to anyone, you’d be the last person I’d choose, you asshole!"

Her words were brave, but Violet knew provoking him was dangerous. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. Asher could go to hell for all she cared.

Instead of anger, Asher laughed. It was a low, wicked sound that made her skin crawl. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her neck so lightly it made her shiver, though she fought to suppress it. No, this was not attraction; it was her body reacting to his nearness. That was all.

said with a teasing purr. "We’ll see how

her expression replaced by a sudden fear. "What are you going to do to me?"

grin deepened, dark and full of unspoken promises. "Something you’re

what on earth he meant

sitting down leisurely at the foot of her bed as if

commanded suddenly, his voice dripping with

the force of his power crash over her like a wave. Her body moved against her will, her fingers already reaching for the

She didn’t want this! But her hands wouldn’t obey

and mortification surged through her veins as she reached for the waistband of her black pants.

pants slipped off, leaving her standing there in just her white tank top and black panties. Violet’s cheeks burned with humiliation, her hands shaking as they moved to the hem of her tank top. She wanted to stop, but she was powerless,

Asher commanded,

of his control and Violet staggered back a step, clutching at her shirt as if it were armor. Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived.

gasps, her entire body tense. She glared at Asher but the bastard’s grin was wide, as if he enjoyed every second of

decided to change the rules of his game. She shut her

of his victim. If Asher wanted to compel her, he would have to pry her eyes open by himself. Violet was betting on his supposed affection for her to prevent him from

are you doing?" he asked in

move. "What do you think I’m doing? You might as well render me blind to have these eyes open," she snapped. Her resolve

Asher’s voice was suddenly at her ear, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against