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.

throat suddenly dry as fear gripped her. Of all the mornings, of all the places... why

back down, especially not after everything he had done to her. Anger bubbled

front of him. Their eyes locked, two

that how you knew I was coming?" Violet

brow. "I told you, I

could have influenced my thoughts," she snapped. "You already have a grip on my mind and might have tugged at the wirings in my head, manipulating me to arrive here at this exact

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

said, "What do you want from me? Griffin already told me you’re forbidden from messing with my head

disappointment, truly. I had so many plans for us, my little purple queen." He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand

away with a hiss. "Don’t

I can still get in your head.

stared at him, dumbfounded. Then she scoffed, her voice laced with outrage. "What makes you think I’d ever let you near my mind again? Do you think I’m as twisted as

amusement. "It’s a small yet heavy motivator. Moreover, you might try to hide it, but

the space between them vanishing until their chests brushed. Shivers ran down Violet’s

did was wrong, but deep down, you loved it. I see it, the darkness, that’s what drew me to you in the