Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 58: A Queen’s Apology

"You’re insane! Let me go, Asher!" Violet struggled fiercely against him, her frustration boiling over. But her struggles were futile because Asher’s grip was like iron, firm and unyielding.

"You brought this upon yourself," Asher replied calmly, his voice devoid of malice but filled with that maddening air of authority he wielded so effortlessly. "Every action has consequences. Blame yourself for this one, little purple."

"Stop this now! Have you entirely lost it, you psycho?" Violet growled, wriggling furiously in an attempt to break free.

Asher leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Psycho? Maybe. But what does that make you when you deliberately disobey my orders? When you try to leave me behind? We’re supposed to be a team, who does that?"

Her skin prickled as his words sank in. Surely, he wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. Did he genuinely believe she was bound to him?

The way she had left after his ridiculous proposal should have been answer enough. But no, this was Asher. He heard only what he wanted and discarded the rest.

Deciding force wouldn’t work, Violet switched tactics, her voice softening. "Fine, you’ve made your point, Asher. I won’t try to run again. I wouldn’t leave you, my king." She played into his delusions, hoping it would change his mind.

But Asher merely shook his head. "That’s where you’re wrong, Violet. I’m not doing this just to make a point."

"Then what?" Violet snapped, her patience fraying. "This is pathetic, Asher. What do you think this will accomplish? Do you think I’ll bow to you? Fear you? Never."

"Fear me?" Asher repeated, his voice dropping to a chillingly soft tone. "No, Violet. I don’t want you to fear me. That’s what makes you different. You challenge me, and I enjoy that. But," he paused, his tone darkening, "I want you to remember this moment every time you think about running. Every time you think you can defy your king."

Before Violet could respond, his hand came down sharply against her backside. The sound was deafening in the quiet room, the sting immediate. Violet’s eyes widened as she gasped, the sensation both shocking and humiliating.

"What the—!" she began, but another slap landed, harder this time, cutting her off. Her body jerked at the force, her cheeks burning with pain and embarrasment.

she yelled, disbelief and rage coloring her tone. What the hell was wrong

course. A punishment befitting a naughty

her voice trembling with indignation as she squirmed against

the sting sharper than before. Violet bit her lip, determined not to cry out

regret this," she growled through gritted teeth. "I swear, Asher, I’ll

back as he tilted his head, a mockery of thoughtfulness. "Perhaps," he mused. "But right

sting lingering longer each time. Violet wanted to claw his face, to scream at him, but all she could do was endure. The smug satisfaction radiating from him was

keep up with it anymore. Her butt felt like it was on fire, and she was on the verge of

you know. Nobody would hear you. Your roommates

her voice shaking with fury. "You’re a sick, twisted

my purple queen, are far too stubborn for your own good. But don’t worry,"

spilled down her

said smoothly, delivering another slap, "that hate is

the bedsheets as tears flowed freely. She wasn’t as

little purple. Promise me you won’t try to leave again, and we’ll

you!" Violet spat, her voice filled

Pah!

Another slap.

fucking part," he said with a smirk. "We’ll get to that eventually. For

Romantic moment? Wait—what?!

Pah! Pah!

Violet finally shouted, her