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.

if she couldn’t help but dream about it. Guess she was

Violet’s imagination took a wilder

hovering over her, his slitted gray eyes locking onto hers with a gaze

face into her neck. His lips moved against her skin, pressing hot, lingering kisses that sent a pulse of heat through her

back arched, pressing closer to him. A large, calloused hand slid over her

His mouth trailed 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 swell of her

"Asher," she gasped.

her, his lips grazing her skin, his fingers drawing lazy circles around her waist, making her hyper

throat and letting his tongue dip into the

soft, involuntary moan slipped past

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

turned his head, addressing someone just out of her view. "Hold

in

she could react, another figure loomed above her.

wrist to the bed with something that felt like chains of

doing? Let go of me right now!" she

happening, someone grabbed her other arm, binding it as well. Griffin appeared above

good time," another voice drawled, and Violet twisted her head to see Roman perched on the edge

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

gave Asher a mischievous glance. "The lady’s quite sensitive. You’d

looked down to

whispered, realizing exactly what was about to

wicked as he spread her thighs apart with ease. His gaze lifted,