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.

could get another word out, Violet surged forward, gripping his hair and yanking his face down to hers. And then

first time that night,

But it only lasted a fraction of a second before Asher recovered

in his chest as his arms wrapped around her,

others were frozen for a second, right before a

wrist, bracing himself as the crackling current jolted through his body. Yet he gritted his teeth, shaking

hesitantly, but the glare he shot

but Asher was the one

scraping lightly against the

across her lower back as his tongue traced along the seam of her lips, coaxing them to open wider. When she refused,

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

She had to end

inhale, Violet broke the kiss, staggering back, breathless.

knife, one she had slipped from Asher’s pocket while

slightly as he

puppet master failed to realize was that Violet 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 was why both Alaric and

a weapon to even the odds. But Asher had anticipated that. He had deliberately kept

him. His 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

lifting the blade between them like a trophy. "Thanks for this," she taunted, rubbing

out a slow, husky chuckle, "Nicely executed, my little queen. It’s quite a loss, but I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed that." His tongue flicked out to swipe the

unwelcome. At the same time, above them, the sky cracked open with a deafening

Violet, and right now, his eyes gleamed with an emotion so dark and

with promise, "your time is ticking fast, little queen. It would do you well to run fast and smart because I’m coming for you. And when I do—"

danced down Violet’s

before she bolted back into the forest. They would talk about this later, but for now, she had to get to her friends before the hunt

Asher flexed his shoulders, rolling out the tension in his body. His wolf was