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.

the tension. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the

stood there, dumbfounded, as he turned and walked to the

her imagination or was Asher avoiding

slammed the door so

room was neat, cozy, but clearly masculine with its dark

size, some casual, some

of her heavy dress and went into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. But even

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

through all of that just to walk away now. Nancy trusted

was more going on. She could feel it in her

There had to be something in there that would help in the

the hanger like it was waiting for her. It was soft,

she was

on and the nightgown stopped just below her ass, thin straps at the shoulders, with lace

didn’t know if Asher had picked this out himself or delegated it to his equally mischievous pack

on a warpath, Violet stepped out of

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

same dark wood panels and that musky scent that was undeniably him.

didn’t have to wonder

behind her opened,

are you doing here...?" His words trailed off the

and intense, until they stopped at the hardened peaks of her nipples pushing through

him—his bare chest, etched with old 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,

waist. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips, hiding what she already

his eyes again, they were pure

but something magnetic pulled them together and they met halfway, reaching, grabbing, mouths crashing

his fingers fisting

Oh he sure did.

hands cupped her ass and he let out

Surprise. Surprise.