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.

Purple had long since stopped believing in them even if she couldn’t help but dream about it. Guess she was a fool

time, Violet’s imagination took a

pictured Asher Nightshade hovering over her, his slitted gray eyes locking

into her neck. His lips moved against her skin, pressing hot,

to him. A large, calloused hand slid over her stomach, fingers splayed wide

before his jaw pressed down against the thin strap of her

"Asher," she gasped.

her, his lips grazing her skin, his fingers drawing

gliding back to her throat and letting his tongue dip into the hollow of her neck. A spot she had

moan

back slightly, his gray eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "I was waiting

just out of her

blinked in confusion.

another figure loomed above

the bed

doing? Let go of me right now!" she demanded,

her other arm, binding it as well. Griffin

lady is having a very good time," another voice drawled, and Violet twisted her head to see Roman perched on the

fuck was going

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

he mused. Then he gave Asher a mischievous glance. "The lady’s quite sensitive. You’d do well to serve

replied, and Violet looked down to see him kneeling between

God," she whispered, realizing exactly what was about

as he spread her thighs apart with ease. His gaze lifted, locking onto hers with a promise that sent a shudder