Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 81: Not Over

The early morning air was cool and crisp as Violet slipped out of the East House, her footsteps silent as she left the East House.

The sky outside was a deep navy, hinting at the first light of dawn but far from breaking yet. It might have been four in the morning or something, Violet didn’t know. She didn’t have her phone with her. She lost it during the incident. All she knew was that she couldn’t wait any longer.

With such chaos yesterday, the Oracle must have already drafted her next explosive article, and Violet had no intention of giving her any more juicy weapons against her. She hated how that damned gossip seemed to have ears everywhere, capturing details even she didn’t remember happening.

If Griffin heard her moving about earlier, he made no effort to stop her or come see her out, and for that, she was grateful. Violet didn’t know how to handle goodbyes, especially after such a disturbing event. At the moment, her relationship with the giant Alpha was complicated. She hated him yet didn’t hate him so much at the same time. Violet needed to process these new developments.

Still, as she walked through the East House alone that morning, it felt like walk of shame. She shouldn’t feel guilty—nothing happened last night with Griffin—but it lingered, gnawing at her annoyingly.

The East House hallways were mercifully empty, and Violet managed to leave without encountering a single soul. By the time she arrived at the West House, she let out a relieved sigh. The door was not locked, thankfully, and she was able to slip inside quickly, her mind focused solely on making it to her room unnoticed.

But the moment she turned to face the foyer, her breath hitched in her throat. Standing just a few meters away, leaning casually against the wall as if he’d been waiting all night, was none other than Asher Fucking Nightshade.

The master puppeteer and the reason she was in this shit in this first place.

Violet’s heart lurched in her chest as her eyes locked onto his piercing gaze... oh, he was wearing his glasses. Yet that didn’t diminish his dangerous aura one bit.

far from kind. He exuded the kind of power

her. Of all the mornings, of all the places...

then, she wasn’t one to back down, especially not after everything he had done to her. Anger bubbled up inside her, washing away her hesitation,

in front of him. Their eyes locked, two stubborn individuals locked in a silent battle

how you knew I was coming?" Violet accused

brow. "I told

influenced my thoughts," she snapped. "You already have a grip on my mind and might have tugged at the

the sound low and infuriatingly smug. "Perhaps, Violet Purple, you flatter yourself. You’re simply too predictable. I knew you’d be too proud to return to the West House in the morning when everyone’s up, chattering and gossiping. This hour seemed perfect for a quiet escape, so I waited. And, as

and with her glare cutting, she said, "What do you want from me? Griffin already told me you’re forbidden from messing

admitted, his smirk faltering only slightly. "I’m forbidden to do it anymore. A disappointment, truly. I had so many

hiss. "Don’t touch me. And don’t call me

still get in your head. You just have to

her voice laced with outrage. "What makes you think I’d ever let you near my mind again? Do you think I’m as

tone dripping with dark amusement. "It’s a small yet heavy motivator. Moreover, you might try to hide it, but I see the darkness in

stepped closer, the space between them vanishing until their chests brushed. Shivers ran down Violet’s spine, but she masked her reaction, refusing to

deep down, you loved it. I see it, the darkness, that’s what drew me to you in the first place. You don’t feel sorry for what happened. If anything, you’ve had a taste, and now you hunger