Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 87: Bleed For You

Asher paused, ensuring every single eye remained on him before he continued. "There will be a bonfire party on Friday night."

The announcement was met with thunderous cheers and whoops of excitement, the entire hall erupting in joy. Clearly, these Lunaris students loved their parties as much as they loved their bullying. Violet, however, had already decided she wasn’t going. She had no interest in mingling with this crowd, especially under Asher’s watchful eye.

But as if he could read her mind—no, he didn’t need to read her mind; he just knew how her mind worked—Asher’s voice cut through the celebrations.

"Attendance is mandatory for all houses. There will be no absences. Anyone who skips will face serious consequences from their respective alphas."

And it was unfortunate he was her Alpha. Fuck her life.

His piercing gaze found hers across the room, and Violet’s blood boiled. He didn’t need to say her name; the message was clear. You will be there, Violet Purple.

Violet’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing in fury as she locked stares with him. But Asher, being Asher, didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk deepened, infuriatingly calm and self-assured.

"And that would be all for now," he concluded, his voice as smooth as silk. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "See you all on Friday night!"

The students roared with approval, their cheers echoing through the hall as Asher sat back down and casually drained his wine in one swift gulp. But his eyes never left hers. Even amidst the renewed chatter and excitement over the announcement, he watched her smugly.

melted steel, but it didn’t faze Asher. Instead, his smirk widened, as if he were enjoying every second of her

got in the way, breaking the contact. Asher’s smirking gaze was forced to shift, and before Violet could blink, Elsie Lyka

throne and he was her willing subject. With an air of ownership, she grabbed

out of love. No, it was a declaration, loud and clear for all to see. It was Elsie’s way of saying, He belongs

games she played. The cardinal alphas were hers—her toys, her conquests, her pieces in

hair shimmered under the lights as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, hated the way Asher didn’t push her off but instead let it happen. And most

"Violet!"

to reality. She turned to see Lila’s concerned face, her brows knit with worry. It was only then that Violet looked

palm, water pooling around the remains on the table. She had destroyed the glass without even

her bloodied hand in confusion, then at the scene of Elsie and Asher, her expression darkening. Since when did she start caring about what Asher

her. She didn’t care about Asher. He could kiss

the sharp sting in her hand as she turned away from the spectacle. She needed to get out of

friend. The blood from Violet’s

grab Violet’s hand. But Violet pulled

Violet wanted them all to watch. And they did watch. Every pair of eyes in the Silvered Hall, including those belonging to Roman,

forced as she tried to guide Violet toward the exit. But Violet had other plans. Instead of following her friend, she strode confidently toward the