Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 437: Bonding Retreat

"That fucking bitch!" Asher roared, hurling his phone against the wall with such force that it shattered on impact.

As if that wasn’t enough, he kicked the couch, but it didn’t give him the satisfaction he was craving. So he slammed his fist into the wall instead.

"Asher!" Violet shouted, horrified.

She rushed over, grabbing his arm. "Stop it, Asher!" she yelled, pulling his hand away from the cracked plaster and turning him to face her. "Stop it right now!"

"Calm down, dude!" Roman added, equally stunned by the sudden outburst.

Although Asher stopped lashing out, the fury still burned in his voice. "She fucking betrayed me! The fifth house was supposed to be yours!"

"I know," Violet said gently. "But that’s not a reason to hurt yourself."

Her eyes welled with tears as she gently took his bruised hand in hers. "It’s not worth it."

As was common with werewolves, it was not surprising to Violet when the wound healed right before her eyes, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Asher was so used to the idea of pain that getting hurt felt completely normal to him. But that shouldn’t be the case.

Knowing that Violet was hurting because of him made the ache in his chest burn hotter than the anger tearing through him. He didn’t want to see her cry for him.

Asher whispered, "Everything was supposed to be perfect. It was my gift to you. You’re supposed to rule alongside us."

"I know, Asher. But even you have to admit there are too many thrones waiting for me to rule." She grasped his face, her voice steady with conviction. "I don’t need you to build me some elaborate kingdom as a gift. You’re all I need, Asher. Just you."

Unable to hold back anymore, Asher grabbed her face and crushed his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard, pouring all of his emotions into it. The anger, pain. Eveything.

first, then bit it, pulling a small gasp from her. His tongue then followed, tasting her deep, slowly, and filthy. Like he needed her in

her flush against him. Violet felt every inch of his need, thick and pressed

against her, Violet moaned against his mouth, her fingers fisting the back of his shirt, with her knees already going weak. Asher knew her to destroy

he finally pulled back, Violet stumbled slightly. Her lips were red and parted, her breath ragged and

The way he looked at her, Violet had an idea what was going

heat on," Roman

of red, unlike

Or did Jameson intentionally screw us over?" Roman

did," Griffin said. "She made it clear Violet and I had to

think so too," Alaric added. "She likely struck a deal with Natalie’s father. Let his daughter be the face

muttered. "He probably saw through our plan and decided Natalie was the

allegedly West House. There’s no way

our guts. Wouldn’t be a shock if he’s

his thigh with a loud smack. "You know

was silence in the room. Everyone blinked at him, offering nothing

in the air.

was still

full advantage of it

Alaric asked, skeptical of the whole

"Do you want to think about

Alaric admitted without

I’m talking

"Only if