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.

moment there Violet opened her mouth to remind

narrow, winding trail that led

pine and earth, but Violet couldn’t shake her growing unease. After

trusted Alaric, walking through the woods late at night was not the brightest idea and Violet was beginning to get suspicious. The only reason she did not run away was because Alaric did not

Violet asked, trying to be

without breaking stride.

to his words, they arrived

a simple, weathered shelter nestled beneath the towering trees. It was unassuming, almost like an abandoned cabin, with moss creeping along its edges and vines draped lazily over

Violet

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

before her and she followed him. But the moment Violet

transformation from the modest outside to the expansive, meticulously arranged interior was incredulous. It was unbelievable that Violet stepped further in, her

project or piece of equipment while the air smelled like oil and metal, evidence

gears, and gadgets. While a massive workbench dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with blueprints, half-assembled devices,