Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 214: Dangerous Imagination

Violet couldn’t sleep. Not after the bombshell Daisy had dropped on them earlier. As if being a Rogue wasn’t hard enough, now there were actual rules they had to follow. And if there was anything Violet hated, it was rules designed to intentionally persecute others.

To be honest, Violet wasn’t worried about herself. No, she could handle whatever Elsie and her minions threw her way. What concerned her most was her friends. If Elsie couldn’t get to her directly, she’d undoubtedly turn her frustrations on them.

Violet sighed, rolling onto her side, staring at the poorly lit room. The wobbling candlelight cast shifting shadows on the walls, adding an eerie stillness to the space. Violet would have missed her old room, if not for the fact that her mind wouldn’t stop running amok with too many thoughts to count.

Tomorrow, she told herself. Yes, tomorrow she’d figure out what to do. For now, she needed sleep.

But sleep never came easy for her.

Instead, Violet lay on her back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, letting her mind drift. Counting sheep had never worked for her, not even back at the trailer when sleep was just another battle to fight.

She remembered those nights all too well. When Nancy brought customers over at ungodly hours, she had no choice but to curl up in the cramped living room, lying on that hard, lumpy sofa, staring at the trailer’s roof and willing herself to be anywhere but there.

Back then, Violet’s only escape was her imagination.

Usually, she’d dream of having money. Lots and lots of it. With the money, she’d have a better life and wouldn’t have to scrape by and live her dream life.

And on some nights—her better nights—she’d let herself believe in something sweeter.

Love.

Her prince in shining armor would always take the form of her latest secret crush—the one she never spoke to, only admired from afar. And in her mind, she’d play out the perfect fairytale. They’d fall in love. Get married. Have a family. Live a life untouched by the ugliness of reality.

But fairytales were for fools.

long since stopped believing in them even if she couldn’t help

time, Violet’s imagination took

slitted gray eyes locking onto hers with a gaze that sent a shiver down her

lips moved against her skin, pressing hot, lingering kisses that sent a

large, calloused hand slid over her stomach, fingers splayed wide as if to claim

lower, brushing over the delicate line of her collarbone, before his jaw pressed down against the thin strap of her singlet, pushing it aside as he worked his way to the

"Asher," she gasped.

Relax." he hushed her, his lips grazing her skin, his fingers drawing lazy circles around her waist,

push the boundaries even further, Asher switched tactics, gliding back to her throat and letting his tongue dip

involuntary moan slipped

eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "I

addressing someone just

blinked in

react, another figure

to the bed with something

"What are you doing? Let go of me right

her other arm, binding it as well. Griffin appeared above her. "Don’t

drawled, and Violet twisted her head to see

fuck was going

it between his fingers. Then, intentionally and slowly, he dragged it across her stomach. The light touch sent a ripple of sensation through

Roman watched her body react. "Interesting," he mused. Then he gave Asher a mischievous glance. "The lady’s quite sensitive. You’d do well

down to see him kneeling

she whispered, realizing exactly what

as he spread her thighs apart with ease. His gaze lifted, locking onto hers with