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.

kiss doesn’t mean anything, right?" The

for a moment, his hand holding the fork suspended mid-air. Then, without

pressed, her voice

Asher replied lazily, his tone dismissive,

type to twist her words, to make her regret not nipping things

just as she opened her mouth to speak, Asher chose that exact moment to stuff

the unexpected mouthful. It was obvious he’d done it on purpose. Asher, of course, was unfazed. Instead, he reached forward and plucked

was so effortlessly smooth, so maddeningly sexy, that Violet could only sit

daze. This man is going to be the

decided to let the topic drop, realizing that arguing with Asher would only lead to more frustration. He was too cunning, always twisting her words. When the meal ended, Asher cleared the dishes off to the side and

"I think I’m strong enough to return to my dormitory now," she said

care. He continued toward her until she was forced to lean back,

like she was a chicken

as he leaned over her, his body hovering inches above hers. His haunting, slitted gray eyes bored into hers, making her forget how to breathe. He was so devastatingly handsome that she

raced. Fine. Just one more kiss, she told herself. Just one more indulgence, and then tomorrow, we’re back

just as their lips were about to meet, the curtain surrounding her hospital bed was abruptly yanked open. Startled, Violet pushed Asher back and turned to see none other than Alaric

thunderboy?" Asher snarled, clearly displeased with the interruption. His expression darkened

entirely. Instead, he directed his fiery gaze at Violet. "I can see you’re so busy that you forgot about

crap. She had completely forgotten about