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.

heart racing as she looked into Elsie’s intense gaze. "What did I do wrong this time?"

simply time to play games, Gracey," Elsie

Grace’s fear vanished, replaced by a spark of excitement that danced across her eyes. "As you wish, Elsie," she replied,

waited with anticipation. When she returned, her face was obscured by

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

that was both artful and eerie. But

of being freaked out or even questioning the weird transformation, the queen bee’s demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to

I’ve been a bad girl," she purred, her voice

now fully embodying Asher’s persona, straightened her posture and adopted an authoritative tone. "Good. Bad girls need to

Asher." Elsie Lancaster was all in with complete

letting it fall to the floor and revealing the white panties she wore beneath. With a seductive flair,

what was to come as she bent

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

delightfully the next seconds, obviously

game seeing

Grace who flogged her over and over again till her ass cheeks were red. Yet she didn’t want her to stop. She could take the pain. She could

King had forbidden the cardinal alphas from laying a hand on her till one of them had fought and claimed her, it was clear that Elsie Lancaster found satisfaction through other obvious means —

favorite, Asher Nightshade? In this twisted game, it was her Asher who desired her, not

pain. If he liked it rough, she would be

she cried out, "More! Give

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