Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 102: Prized Alpha

"Put me down, please, I can walk on my own." Violet demanded, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Thank the gods, she met no student out on the way.

For a moment, it seemed Alaric would ignore her request; she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. But then, he carefully set her down to her surprise. And the second her feet touched the ground, Violet quickly adjusted her skirt, tugging it down for modesty, and straightened herself as if reclaiming her dignity.

Clearing her throat, she said briskly, "Let’s go."

Without a word, Alaric turned and started walking, his usual calm demeanor intact as he led the way out of the infirmary. Violet followed him, her head held high even with the lingering embarrassment.

As they walked down the road, Violet felt a chill run down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder and froze when she saw Asher standing at the entrance of the infirmary, his piercing gaze locked onto hers.

There was something unnervingly possessive about the way he looked at her, as if daring her to step out of line. The message in his expression was crystal clear: Be a good girl.

Violet’s heart hammered as she quickly faced forward and quickened her pace, nearly jogging to catch up with Alaric. How had she forgotten, even for a moment, how dangerous he was? And to think she had been shoving her tongue down his throat moments ago. What had she been thinking? Violet knew she was really courting death.

As if sensing her unease, Alaric reached out and took her hand in his. Startled, Violet glanced at him, her steps faltering for a moment. He didn’t look at her or acknowledge the gesture. He simply held her hand firmly and continued walking. Violet’s protest died in her throat, and she silently allowed herself to be pulled along, Alaric’s presence seemingly shielding her from Asher’s ominous gaze.

a moment there Violet opened her mouth to remind him that she was not going up to

off onto a narrow, winding trail that led into the woods

shake her growing unease. After all, the only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves, the occasional snap of a twig and

was beginning to get suspicious. The only reason she did not run away was because Alaric did not give her any threatening vibe — which Asher was fond of. Moreover, the assignment was legit. He had no reason to

Violet

said without breaking

to his words, they arrived not

nestled beneath the towering trees. It was unassuming, almost like an abandoned

Violet

creaky door open. "Don’t let appearances fool you. Come inside, and

anyway. Alaric went in before her and she followed him. But the moment Violet stepped over

the expansive, meticulously arranged interior was incredulous. It was unbelievable that Violet stepped further in, her

to be dedicated to a different project or piece of equipment while the air smelled like oil and metal, evidence

gadgets. While a massive workbench dominated the center of the room,