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.

out, Violet surged forward, gripping his hair and yanking his face down

night, silence fell over the

stunned stillness. But it only lasted

rumbled deep in his chest as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush

were frozen for a second, right before a snarl

radiated in visible sparks of electricity. He lunged only for Griffin to seize his wrist, bracing himself

but the glare he shot

started this, but Asher was the

against hers with slow agonizing confidence, teasing, claiming, and conquering. He sucked her bottom lip, then nipped at it, his sharp 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

to open wider. When she refused, he nipped her bottom lip until he drew blood and that was enough to get her to open

until heat bloomed

She had to

staggering back, breathless. But

one she had slipped from Asher’s pocket

widened slightly as he realized what she had

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 all over them. And she’d bet anything they were a last-minute addition, which was why both

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

on him. His claws could cut through rope, but there was no guarantee the snare or net traps would catch

between them like a trophy. "Thanks for this," she taunted, rubbing her victory in

but I have to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed that." His tongue flicked out to swipe the taste of her from

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

focus on Violet, and right

It would do you well to run fast and smart because I’m coming for you. And when I do—" he flashed his sharp canines. "We’re going

shiver danced down

didn’t need to be told twice. She turned on her heel, sparing only a brief, heavy glance at Alaric before she bolted back into the forest. They would talk about this later, but for now,

the tension in his body. His wolf was