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.

surged forward, gripping his hair and yanking his face down to hers. And then she kissed him.

that night, silence

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

as his arms wrapped around her, pulling

were frozen for a second, right before a snarl

to seize his wrist, bracing himself as the

in hesitantly, but the glare he shot Asher

but Asher

teasing, claiming, and conquering. He sucked her bottom lip, then nipped at it, his sharp canines scraping lightly against the sensitive

along the seam of her lips, coaxing them to open wider. When she refused, he nipped her bottom lip until he drew blood and that was enough to get

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

to end

staggering back, breathless. But she

she had slipped from Asher’s pocket while her lips had

eyes widened slightly as he realized

her inside and out, but what the puppet master failed to realize was that Violet knew him just as well. Those traps had Asher’s signature

he would have warned her, and maybe even slipped her a weapon to even the odds. But Asher had anticipated that. He had deliberately kept lover boy in the

could cut through rope, but there was no guarantee the snare or net traps would catch her. So he’d keep a knife

them like a trophy. "Thanks for this,"

quite a loss, but I have

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

and right now, his eyes

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—" he

danced

at Alaric before she bolted back into the forest. They would talk about

out the tension in his body. His