Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 360: Asher’s Dilemma

Violet was going to miss her roommates, but this was for the best. All eyes were on them now, and drawing attention to her exit would only alert the wrong people—people like Principal Jameson, who was out for blood and desperate to catch whoever was behind the scandal.

If anyone asked about Violet, the boys were prepped to reply, "Asher took her."

And of course, no one questioned Asher Nightshade’s methods. Jameson might try, but he’d deal with it. Caroline had also whisked Elsie away somewhere, likely hoping to shield her until the heat died down. That was probably her grand plan.

As if.

Elsie’s reputation was ruined, no sugarcoating it. And Irene had already promised Griffin she’d use this moment to finally get Elsie off their backs for good. If it worked, they could all be with her openly, without any looming backlash.

So no, Asher wasn’t about to let her be served up as a scapegoat. If anyone had questions for her, they’d have to go through him first.

As for her roommates, Griffin, Roman, and Alaric would handle things while she was gone. She trusted them.

It was late when they left and Violet appreciated the city view. At one point, she stuck out her hand through the window, relishing the cool night breeze against her skin. Asher drove carefully through a silent road, away from the city buzz, until they reached a quiet area marked by a bold sign at the gate that read "KEEP OFF."

The house sat on private land surrounded by dense woods, tall trees rising like shadows in the dark. There were no streetlights in sight, only the eerie rustling of leaves that made the place look haunted. If it wasn’t the fact that Violet had come to trust Asher with her life, there was no way in hell she’d follow a guy like him into a secluded place like this.

The house was a modern bungalow, simple but elegant, with glass windows and clean lines. The environment was calm, even peaceful, but the quiet somehow made it feel more intense. Once inside, Asher gave her a quick rundown like a host welcoming a guest.

"The kitchen’s fully stocked. There’s a fridge, drinks, pantry items, everything you’ll need," he said, moving towards the hallway. "There are two bedrooms, the master and the guest room. Both have attached bathrooms. Your things have been set up in the guest room."

Wait a minute.....

"Whoa, my guest room?" Violet blinked. "I thought we’d be staying together...."

She trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid. Although they hadn’t explicitly discussed it, she had assumed. After everything they’d gone through, Violet expected tonight to be the night.

Asher looked at her. There was a pause, and then, like he’d caught her meaning, he said, "It’s been a long day, Violet. You need rest. Maybe something to eat? I can make you—"

"No, I’m good." Her voice came out sharp.

leaned forward and kissed

as he turned and walked to

happened? Was it her imagination or was

stomped toward her "guest room" and slammed the door so hard that it echoed through the house like a punctuation mark to

cozy, but clearly masculine with its dark wood

size, some casual, some

into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. But even as the water flowed down her skin,

had Asher lost interest in her now that he was finally free of Elsie? Was that it?

be. Not Asher. He wouldn’t go through all of that just to walk away now. Nancy trusted him.

could feel it in her bones.

it. There had to be something in there that would help in

clung to the hanger like it was waiting

was definitely

just below her ass,

to his equally mischievous pack member, but whoever

a woman on a warpath, Violet stepped

a deep breath to psych herself up. "Alright, let’s do this," she muttered, gripping the

same dark wood panels and

have to

behind her opened, and he stepped

here...?" His words trailed off the second his gaze landed

until they stopped at the hardened peaks of her

scars that screamed of Henry’s cruelty. But instead of diminishing his appeal, they only deepened it. This man had survived hell and still stood. If that wasn’t sexy, Violet had no idea what else was. She

those strong shoulders to a lean waist. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips, hiding what she already knew —and

again, they were

and they met halfway, reaching, grabbing, mouths crashing together like they’d been starved for each other for

throat, his fingers fisting her hair, his tongue

Oh he sure did.

cupped her ass and he let out another growl the moment he realized

Surprise. Surprise.