Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 56

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.

worry, little queen," he said with a teasing purr. "We’ll see how long you hold

replaced by a sudden fear. "What

full of unspoken promises. "Something

swallowed wondering what on earth he meant

her bed as if he owned the place. His posture was relaxed, but

clothes," he commanded suddenly, his voice

she opened her mouth to protest, but she felt the force of his power crash over her like

But

her veins as she reached for the waistband of her black pants. She

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

Asher commanded,

if it were armor. Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived. She could feel Asher’s gaze raking over her, his gray-slitted eyes

but the bastard’s

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

her, he would have to pry her eyes open by himself. Violet was betting on his supposed affection for her

are you doing?" he

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

I do that, my purple queen?" Asher’s voice was suddenly at her ear, so

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