Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 382: Nightmarish Day

Violet Purple found herself back at the club. The music was loud again, the bass pounding in her bones, while the lights strobed in disorienting reds and blacks.

Right now she was on Asher’s lap, riding him like she was an addict and he was the high she chased. Asher’s head was tipped back against the plush couch, his jaw clenched and mouth slack in ecstasy, while his hands gripped her hips tightly.

His slitted pupils were blown wide, devouring her as she moaned, grinding harder, and harder like nothing else mattered. That was until blood tickled from his nose.

"What the fuck?" Asher mumbled, lifting his hand to wipe it away.

Violet saw it and didn’t care. Even when his body suddenly jerked beneath her, spasming uncontrollably, she didn’t stop. Her hips kept moving with feverish want.

Asher’s hands slipped from her waist as he convulsed, veins bulging grotesquely on his neck. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Still, Violet rode him, her own head falling back, her lips parted in some sick, twisted rapture. A breathless, euphoric laugh tumbled from her throat.

Violet blinked and looked up when the first sticky drop hit her shoulder. And then she saw it, or rather, them.

Suspended from the ceiling, like marionettes held up by barbed wire, were Roman, Alaric, and Griffin strung in nightmarish contortions. Their bodies were slashed open in places where no one should be touched, their limbs twisted in angles that defied anatomy. Hollow, gaping sockets stared down at her, mouths frozen in eternal screams.

And from their mutilated forms, the blood dripped onto her and Asher.

The blood smeared down her thighs, streaked her stomach, and painted her breasts. But instead of screaming in terror, Violet lifted her hands and began to laugh.

She laughed like it was the sweetest rain she’d ever known, and bathed in it. She rubbed the blood onto her skin, licking her fingers with a moan.

Asher’s body beneath her had gone cold, his head lolled to the side. His dead eyes stared up at her, mouth still ajar in that last twisted moment of pleasure.

Eyes that seemed to accuse her for killing him.

She was covered in sweat and her heart pounded like a caged animal. She looked down and to her relief, her

roof

hands down her face. What kind of twisted nightmare

She hated this.

her and the glow from the phone’s screen

she muttered with

eager to see Lila and get the answers

she climbed out of bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen to get some water to drink. The house was so quiet that if one dropped

the fridge, grabbed a bottle, and tipped it up. Cold water rushed down her

close

Something felt off.

and Violet had

hand clamped

rough voice rasped against her ear, breath

hammering against her ribs. Violet wanted to panic. She was fast, but not fast enough to

the sound of a door slamming open, followed by a animalistic growl that reverberated through

Griffin.

sensed it.

kitchen, his chest rising and falling in fury.

from Violet’s wide eyes to the claws

in disgust at the scent permeating the air.

As in the wild werewolves without a pack she’d heard about over and over again. Oh lord. Violet’s

one because two more figures emerged from the shadows

was a coordinated