Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 75: A Burning Dick

Asher appeared disheveled, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the scene before him: Violet’s naked body unconscious on the floor, alongside Roman’s.

He couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, especially after spending the previous night exerting his powers playing one of his elaborate games, a game that always took its toll on him.

A power, which, though a blessing, often became a curse. An overuse of his abilities often resulted in severe headaches that was debilitating enough to bring even grown men to his knees.

Knowing this, Asher had retreated to one of Alaric’s hidden sleeping spots to recover, confident that Violet would eventually come seeking him, desperate to satisfy the hunger he had deliberately implanted in her—a hunger only he could quench. But she wasn’t ready just yet. His little queen needed to endure a bit more before he granted her what she wanted.

No one would find him in his secret refuge, least of all Violet, who knew so little about him or his habits. There, he allowed himself to rest and clear his mind.

He had heard enough stories of other so-called "mind fuckers," as they were often referred to, who became paranoid or even lost their sanity from the strain of their abilities. Asher had no intention of becoming one of them. The Alpha of the West was determined to get what he wanted and live a long, unbothered life.

But who would have guessed that a moment of sleep nearly cost him everything?

Now, standing in the chaos of this scene, his face twisted in rage as he roared, "What have you done to—"

He didn’t get the chance to finish. Lightning crackled to life, and before Asher could react, Alaric unleashed his fury. The sharp, electric tendrils struck Asher in the chest and he crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing violently. A guttural groan escaped him as the electricity coursed through his body, leaving him trembling and incapacitated.

The room was charged with a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of fading lightning and Asher’s ragged breaths. Alaric stood over him, his expression icy and unyielding, wisps of electricity still flickering at his fingertips. His voice was a low, dangerous growl as he said, "You dare accuse me when this entire mess is your doing?"

"Alaric, " Griffin muttered, his tone dismissive, as if the man groaning on the floor was an afterthought. "We already know what he’s like. Don’t waste your powers on him."

Griffin shifted his gaze to the unconscious Violet. "You really think knocking her out will bring her back to her senses?"

Alaric’s eyes rested on Violet, his expression softening briefly before returning to its usual stoic calm. "I don’t think so," he admitted. "And we can’t take that risk. We need to get her to the healer. She’d know how to handle whatever this idiot has done to her." His disdainful glance at Asher was sharp enough to cut.

eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? The moment we step out of this room, the Oracle will have a field day. You know she’ll

knows something," Alaric said with a grim certainty. "Whether we step out or not, she’ll have her story. But she doesn’t know the details. There are only five of us who know what actually happened, and unless Roman’s beta

gave a mock salute. "If you say so,

nakedness. This was really a very hard task. But he focused on the task at

hoarse but laced with venom. "She’s mine. I’m to

crack of lightning silenced him, leaving him writhing on the floor as Alaric’s cold gaze bore into him. Asher trembled, muttering under his

Griffin finished dressing Violet and gently scooped her into his arms. She looked so small and fragile against his broad chest, her peaceful, childlike expression tugging at something

the door with Violet cradled securely in his arms, but just as they were about to leave, Asher’s

her to

Alaric turned to face him, their expressions unreadable as they studied the disheveled Alpha struggling on the ground. It was clear that even speaking was difficult for

do there.

exchanged a silent, knowing look, and Asher knew

pack house, Griffin let out a deep, menacing growl that reverberated through the room. His body stiffened in defiance, his eyes flashing with anger as he

grimace. "Your pack house, then. But call Adele. She’ll come, and she can heal her. Just don’t take her to

After a moment, they seemed to come to an unspoken agreement. Without a word, Griffin adjusted Violet’s weight in

and insistent, rang out once more. "I’ll come visit. I

powerful bolt of lightning Asher’s way. The crackling energy struck him with enough force to knock him out cold, his body slumping

nothing. Instead, he stated

get Adele," Alaric replied, though he made no move to leave the

word," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "I won’t do anything to her. You have

for any sign of insincerity on his cardinal brother’s face.

off to summon the healer. Only then did Griffin continue on his way, carrying Violet toward the safety of

of unfortunate timing that class had ended just as Griffin stepped into the hallway with Violet cradled in his arms.