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.

looked into Elsie’s intense gaze. "What did I do wrong

play games, Gracey," Elsie said

by a spark of excitement that danced across her eyes. "As you wish, Elsie," she replied, her voice tinged

Elsie waited with anticipation. When she

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

Asher’s features in a way that was both artful and eerie. But the mask was only part of the

weird transformation, the queen bee’s demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to Grace, her hips swaying, and sank to her knees with

a bad girl," she

Asher’s persona, straightened her posture and adopted an authoritative tone. "Good. Bad girls

Lancaster was all in

moved over to the couch. Then she slipped off her short skirt with an intentionally tantalizing slowness, letting it fall to the floor and revealing the white panties she wore beneath. With a seductive flair, she removed them as well, her breathing heavy and

was to come as she bent over

Grace wielded the whip with a sense of power, bringing it down across Elsie’s

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

was not the first time they had played this game seeing the way Grace flogged her with much

wanton need, egging Grace who flogged her over and over again till her ass

from laying a hand on her till one of them had fought and claimed her,

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

Henry’s abuse and figured Asher had developed a taste for pain. If he liked it rough, she would be ready. She would make herself his perfect

she cried out, "More! Give me

have a taste for pain, bitch," Grace laughed, slipping from her role for a moment. Her eyes were wild, fueled by the power