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.

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

his hands slid down, gripping her ass hard, dragging her flush against him. Violet felt every

moaned against his mouth, her fingers fisting the back of his shirt, with her knees already going weak.

her breath ragged and her eyes glassy. Her head wasn’t just

at her,

the heat on," Roman whistled,

shade of red, unlike

you think pulled this off? Or did Jameson

and I had to do an interview today. This is probably

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

muttered. "He

to mention," Violet cut in, "I’m now allegedly West House. There’s no

Wouldn’t be a shock if he’s

smack. "You know what this

at him,

threw his hands in the

was still

lodge. I say we take full advantage of it and deal with our

Alaric asked, skeptical

you want to think about school

admitted without

I’m talking

"Only if Violet