Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 167: Division Of Alphas

There was no rule that banned students from returning to the start of the race to get help. If there was, no one had mentioned it, and Violet would plead ignorance if it were judged.

At first, Violet walked briskly, then, as the urgency of the dwindling time pressed down on her, her pace quickened into a jog, then a full sprint.

Rain pelted her face, her damp clothes clinging to her skin, and the slippery path was treacherous, but Violet didn’t stop.

The werewolves noticed her approach immediately. Their keen gazes followed her, curiosity twinkling in their eyes like embers waiting to ignite.

Asher’s brows lifted in mild surprise while Griffin and Roman pinned her with their gazes, trying to guess her intention.

Alaric, who had been leaning against a branch, looking utterly bored, stiffened when he saw her coming. He straightened, his expression tightening with concern.

Violet didn’t realize how furious she must have looked striding toward Asher until one of the wolves muttered under his breath, "She’s going to punch him."

Alaric must have thought the same because he moved into her path, his jaw tight and his face painted with guilt. "Violet—"

But Violet didn’t stop. She didn’t even acknowledge him. She walked straight past him, as if he were nothing but a shadow in her periphery.

There was only one person who had what she needed, and she was going to take it from him.

Asher.

The slitted gray-eyed Alpha oozed nothing but arrogance as she closed the distance between them.

"Calm down, my little Violent queen," he taunted her, his voice a rich, velvety drawl. "I don’t think hitting me would help your situation right now."

Violet stopped right in front of Asher and regarded him thoroughly. Look at him, all smug and confident, thinking he had her all figured out.

Perhaps, he expected a slap, maybe a well-placed knee to his gut. Except Violet never had violence in mind from the start.

Violet surged forward, gripping his hair and yanking his face

time that night, silence

his cocky smirk vanishing into pure, stunned stillness. But it only lasted a fraction of a

chest as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her

the others were frozen for a second,

only for Griffin to seize his wrist, bracing himself as the crackling current jolted through his body. Yet he gritted

but the glare he shot Asher was pure

but Asher was the

canines scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. It took every ounce of Violet’s self-control not to melt into him, and moan at the sheer intensity

coaxing them to open wider. When she refused, he nipped her bottom lip

with searching hunger. He stroked and sucked until heat bloomed in her chest, spreading like wildfire down her spine, and pooling

had to end

broke the kiss, staggering

a small sheathed knife, one she had

he realized what

knew him just as well. Those traps had Asher’s signature all over them. And she’d bet anything they were a last-minute addition, which

traps, he would have warned her, and maybe even slipped her a weapon to even the odds. But Asher had anticipated

claws could cut through rope, but there was no guarantee the snare or net traps would catch her. So he’d keep a knife handy, just in case. After all, no one would enjoy the thrill of freeing and recapturing

"Thanks for this,"

little queen. It’s quite a loss, but I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed that."

Violet’s body, unbidden and unwelcome. At the same time, above them, the sky cracked

his whole focus on Violet, and right now,

well to run fast and smart because I’m coming for you. And when I do—" he flashed his

shiver danced

on her heel, sparing only a brief, heavy glance at Alaric before she bolted back into the forest. They would talk about this later,

his shoulders, rolling out the tension in his body. His wolf was already prowling at the edges of his mind, restless, eager.