Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 271: Not A Vision

Violet’s plan was simple. Once the three hours were up, she would sneak up to her bed and cuddle up to Alaric, sleeping beside him. Once he woke up in the morning with barely any recollection of what happened, she would spin a suitable tale to cover it up. He wouldn’t suspect a thing. She would make sure of it.

So they all sat on the seats in the living room, streaming through some videos on their phones and chatting amongst themselves just to avoid falling asleep. As soon as the three hours were up, Lila happily retrieved the white paper, which had oddly turned a worn-out brown as if its essence —or whatever bad luck it possessed—had been stripped.

"I don’t honestly support this, but if you say so," Lila said about her idea of sharing a bed with Alaric Storm. Then she placed a kiss on Violet’s cheek and bid her goodnight.

"Good night, Violet," Daisy and Ivy also waved before disappearing into their various rooms.

It was already one in the morning, and they needed enough rest to continue with their plans tomorrow. Tomorrow, being Thursday, was the last day they had to discover whatever secret Elsie was hiding. In one word, they had to push Elsie harder—hard enough to force her to crack and reveal whatever skeletons she was hiding in her closet.

With a sigh, Violet headed to her room as well, stopping short at the sight of Alaric on the bed. It felt so surreal that she crept to the side and just stayed there, hand propping her head as she stared at him like some creep.

He looked so innocent, like an angel in his sleep, and not the devil who had ruthlessly torn her apart the other day.

"I’m so sorry," Violet whispered honestly, then crept into bed, cuddling against him.

She didn’t need to pull the covers over them, not when his body was warm enough. Violet took in the ozone scent of his thunder, the smell so alluring it dragged her straight into sleep.

Violet honestly had no idea how long she’d been sleeping before her eyes suddenly snapped open, her brows furrowed. Something wasn’t right. There was a strange urgency, an unsettling shift in her spirit, and a tugging sensation that had her climbing out of bed and leaving the room.

What the fuck was she doing? Or going? Violet had no idea, aside from the fact that something was pushing her to go. Go where?! She didn’t know, and yet, her feet were moving as if they had a mind of their own.

Violet didn’t even bother to put on slippers. She left the shack barefoot, not even closing the door behind her. Her entire body seemed to follow one command: Go.

to stop this

stone pebbles bit into her feet. Not even when her skin prickled

at night. Yet even the fear of those scary creatures didn’t halt her pace. She was

lost track of time while trekking to God knew where, until

The West House.

Oh fuck. No!

just because it was the house of the mindfucker, Asher Nightshade, but because she still bore the

the same time, Violet wondered if this was Asher’s doing. If he had somehow gotten into her head again—despite his promises—then

her feet pulled her

reached the fourth floor. Throughout her time in the West House, Violet had never known which room belonged

she walked in, this time,

feel the enormity of the room. Yet Violet’s gaze was

sleep like someone having a

their own accord and she found herself climbing into the bed. She

the moment their skin made contact, Violet

pulled into a

was going

Where was she?

of a strange room. She heard arguments from within and couldn’t fight her curiosity. She pulled the knob and stepped inside

were in there, engaged in a heated conversation. Strangely, they didn’t seem to notice her which filled her with the confidence to