Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 291: Elsie’s Secret Uncovered

Trigger/Content Warning:

This Chapter contains scenes of obsessive sexual fantasy, power play, and non-explicit but intense suggestive content. Themes of emotional manipulation, unhealthy fixation, and simulated dominance/submission dynamics are present. Reader discretion is advised.

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Elsie Lyka Lancaster always wore a tight, perfect mask. But right now, that mask was cracking, even though she covered it up by laughing too hard at the jokes those bimbos told. Even though she drank like hell to drown the blinding white-hot anger running through her veins.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

The audacity of that bitch.

Still, she didn’t let it show. Keep your composure, her mother Caroline had drilled into her since she could talk. If you must fall apart, never do it in public.

So Elsie danced harder, smiling through the irritation that buzzed like an itch beneath her skin, refusing to let it win.

But as soon as the last guest was gone, leaving just her and Grace, she let the monster out.

"Damn it!" Elsie screamed, grabbing one of the glass cups and hurling it against the wall. The sound of shattering glass gave her some sort of satisfaction. She felt better releasing her frustration this way. But it still wasn’t enough.

At once, Elsie’s gaze drifted to Grace, and she made up her mind like a lioness who had just decided on which prey to pounce on. She strode over to where Grace was cleaning up and grasped her cheeks tightly, the pressure almost painful.

winced, her heart racing as she looked into Elsie’s intense gaze. "What did I do wrong this

time to play games, Gracey,"

spark of excitement that danced across her eyes. "As you wish, Elsie," she replied, her voice tinged with what sounded

slightly behind her while Elsie waited with anticipation. When she returned,

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

both artful and eerie. But the mask was only part of the transformation because Grace also held a wicked-looking whip,

of being freaked out or even questioning the weird transformation, the queen bee’s demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to Grace, her hips swaying, and sank to her

I’ve been a bad girl," she

authoritative tone. "Good. Bad girls need to be punished. Now go kneel before the couch and

was all in

intentionally tantalizing slowness, letting it fall to the floor and revealing the white panties she wore beneath.

eager for what was to come as

a sense of power, bringing it down across Elsie’s bare skin, the sound reverberating through the room like

chucked delightfully the next seconds, obviously drinking it all in. The pain was delicious and she panted,

obvious that this was not the first time they had played this game seeing the way Grace flogged her with much more force yet she

flogged her over and over again till her ass cheeks were

hand on her till one of them had fought and claimed her, it was clear that Elsie Lancaster found

her favorite, Asher Nightshade? In this twisted game, it was her Asher who

heard the rumors about Henry’s abuse and figured Asher had developed a taste for pain. If he liked it rough, she would be

out, "More! Give me

her role for a moment. Her