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.

into Elsie’s intense gaze. "What did I do wrong this time?" she asked

play games, Gracey," Elsie said

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

adjoining room, the door creaking slightly behind her while Elsie waited with anticipation. When she returned, her face was

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

But the mask was

demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to Grace,

a bad girl," she purred, her voice

embodying Asher’s persona, straightened her posture and adopted an authoritative tone. "Good. Bad girls need to be punished. Now go

Asher." Elsie Lancaster was all in

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

what was

sense of power, bringing it down across Elsie’s bare skin,

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

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

Again! Asher! Please break me! Use me for your satisfaction." Elsie moaned in wanton need, egging Grace who flogged her over and over again

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

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

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

cried out, "More!

must 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 the thick