Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 101: His Turn

"You do know that I can eat with my hands, right?" Violet said, watching Asher as he lifted a forkful of perfectly twirled spaghetti toward her mouth.

"Mmmhm." Asher hummed in response.

And yet, he didn’t stop feeding her.

Left with no choice, Violet opened her mouth and accepted the food. The way he fed her was almost... tender. His movements were deliberately gentle, almost as if he were playing the role of a doting boyfriend. Almost, being the word.

But Violet wasn’t fooled. This was just a fleeting moment, a fragile truce. Come tomorrow, they’d be back at each other’s throats. Asher’s crimes against her were far too severe to be erased by a single kiss. Even if it was a hot, toe-curling, mind-melting kiss—Oh, shut up already! Violet cut off the thought immediately, her face heating.

She accepted another mouthful of spaghetti from him, trying to shake the warmth creeping into her chest. After that incident, he had left her alone, only to return later with a tray of food. It had been a simple gesture, but it touched her more than she cared to admit.

The Silvered Court was likely locked at this hour, and she doubted there was anything edible in the vending machines. The fact that Asher had gone out of his way to bring her a proper meal... it made her stomach flutter in ways she didn’t like to acknowledge.

As Asher twirled another forkful of pasta, Violet found herself staring at him. She imagined what it would be like to have him as a boyfriend. He was undeniably attractive, charming when he wanted to be, and surprisingly attentive. If only he were normal, then she might consider challenging Elsie for him.

But then reality crashed in, and Violet shuddered. No. Absolutely not. Asher was trouble incarnate, and she didn’t need that kind of chaos in her life.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Asher asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.

do know the kiss doesn’t mean anything, right?" The words tumbled out in a rush, her cheeks heating

hand holding the fork suspended mid-air. Then, without a word, he resumed feeding her, his expression

me," Violet pressed, her voice a

little queen," Asher replied lazily, his

was the type to twist her words, to make her regret not nipping things in the bud. She needed to make it clear—crystal clear—that

mouth to speak, Asher chose that exact moment to stuff

Asher, of course, was unfazed. Instead, he reached forward and plucked a stray

smooth, so maddeningly sexy, that Violet could only sit there,

gods have mercy on me, she thought in a daze. This man is going to be the

realizing that arguing with Asher would only lead to more frustration. He was too cunning, always twisting her words. When

up. "I think I’m strong enough to return to my dormitory now," she said nervously, hoping to diffuse whatever he had

she was forced to lean back, her head

plans were. It felt like she was a chicken being fattened

slitted gray eyes bored into hers, making her forget how to breathe. He was so

face drew closer, and Violet’s heart raced. Fine. Just one more kiss, she told herself. Just one more indulgence, and then tomorrow,

Violet pushed Asher back and turned to see none other than Alaric standing there,

with the interruption.

can see you’re so busy that you forgot about the

had