Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 272: King And Pawn

Trigger Warning:

This Chapter contains graphic depictions of abuse, domestic violence, child trauma, sexual violence, and non-consensual acts that may be deeply distressing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Little Asher continuously peered out the door, his eyes shining with a curiosity typical of children his age. However, Henry noticed him at that very moment, and his entire face flooded with rage. Violet had never seen a man that terrifying, and she’d bet her ass he was about to hurt him.

"No, don’t!" Violet tried to stop him but her hands simply went through him like air. Oh right, she was seemingly a spectator in this quickly spiraling nightmare.

Henry marched over to where little Asher was hiding and grabbed him roughly by the clothes, yanking him into the office.

"What are you doing here?!" he roared. "Have you come to eavesdrop and plot ways to defeat me before my time?"

Asher, clueless as to what he meant, shook his head frantically. "I didn’t mean to, Papa! Please don’t hurt me!"

The boy must have unintentionally imbued his power into those words because Henry found himself releasing him without meaning to. And when Henry realized what had happened, his eyes darkened with rage.

"What have I told you about taking off the glasses?! How many times have I said I don’t want to see those cursed eyes of yours!" Henry could only scold him furiously, seeing he couldn’t hurt him—thanks to the command the boy had given.

"I-I’m sorry, Papa! I’m so sorry!" young Asher cried between bursts of tears.

"Henry, that’s enough!" the other man called out, and that seemed to distract Henry just long enough for Asher to bolt out of the room before he knew what was happening.

Violet couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as soon as Asher was gone. Then she turned to glare at Henry, her disdain for the man so strong it flowed through her like a living force. How she wished she could hurt him so badly!

But before she could take a step toward him, the scene shifted so abruptly, like someone had pulled the world out from under her feet, and the next moment, Violet found herself seated with no recollection of how she got there.

It was a dining table stretching long enough to seat at least twenty guests, its polished surface gleaming under the light.

not quite at the head but close enough to speak intimately, sat a stunning woman with

But unlike everyone else at the table, there was no plate before her, nor even a

herself, dreading whatever memory she was about to witness next. Unlike other children whose childhoods were filled with rainbows and sunshine, Asher’s was shaping up to

her gaze fell on a golden bell placed right beside Henry’s hand and without hesitation, he picked it up and rang it, the sound slicing through the air. Violet’s brow furrowed, a cold,

just as she feared, the door creaked open and Asher stepped

Fuck her entire existence.

damn bell like he was some

since the last time she saw him. Eight? Nine? Ten? Violet couldn’t tell, especially not with how thin and frail he looked. Yet, despite little Asher’s

a child. Whatever Henry had been doing all these years, it was finally beginning to show. Asher wasn’t just playing the obedient son, he was becoming the perfect little

cold and

Henry’s tone left no room for argument, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction as Asher moved without hesitation to the opposite end of the table. The other head seat positioned perfectly to face Henry. So they could stare each

haired

in her direction,

fearfully, yet there was a defiance in her eyes as she said, "I want my

Asher’s mother. No wonder. Violet should have known — the hair, the face — the resemblance was stark. Although, at this point, Violet was

for a while, then finally blinked. "I’ll pretend I

am so sick and tired of how you’re treating that boy. He’s our son, not one of your fucking

The blatant dismissal only fueled her fury. She stormed over to him and, in one swift motion, swept his plate

rage. "Don’t treat me like I don’t exist! Like my opinion doesn’t matter! I’m your wife, for the moon’s

clearly written. With a man like Henry, Violet already knew how this was going to end. And yet, it still didn’t stop the startled yelp that

growled in irritation, "It seems

but Henry’s face whipped to him and he commanded in a

his mother but he was just a little boy. Violet didn’t even blame Asher when he reluctantly sat down. After all, who knew what Henry

eyes glinting in such a way that told Violet he would ruffle Asher’s hair if he

soon enough. You need to learn that women are dogs that need to be controlled. They are

faze him in the slightest. Violet’s eyes widened, a wave of nausea rising in her throat as she watched him bend the woman over the table

Oh God. No.