Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 457: Unexpected Visitor

Asher Nightshade was a monster.

And no, Violet didn’t mean that literally, though that didn’t mean she meant it in a good way either.

Six hours.

Six grueling, soul-sucking hours.

That was how long he kept her in the so-called foundation class.

Apparently, Asher Fucking Nightshade had not appreciated the fact that she’d been breathing like a buffalo with a deviated septum after just a one-minute chase from Griffin.

And in his own words, not hers:

"You think your enemies will wait while you catch your breath? This isn’t a game, Violet. It’s a fight for your life. Now move."

"But I have the power to decimate them on the spot!" Violet had snapped back, glaring.

"Oh, you have powers? That’s cute," Asher had said, his voice as flat as his patience.

"You mean the same powers you can’t summon at will? Powers mean nothing if you collapse after two minutes in a fight."

"He’s right, princess," Griffin had chimed in with zero remorse. "Your enemies won’t care how powerful you are if your knees give out before your magic does."

"Not to mention," Alaric added, lounging like he wasn’t secretly invested, "what if you’re in a situation where your magic is suppressed? It’s the skills you build that’ll save your ass."

And of course, Roman, who couldn’t resist putting his voice in the mix, said,

"Powers will get you attention, princess. Stamina will keep you alive."

Then, to top it all off, Asher had looked her dead in the eye and said, "So tell me, would you rather keep whining or start training? Your choice, Princess."

His voice had practically dripped with sarcasm.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how Violet found herself roped into the most torturous training session of her life, all thanks to one discipline-drenched, emotionally constipated Alpha named Asher Nightshade.

Nonetheless, Violet understood it was for her own good even if she didn’t like it one bit.

And that was how she ended up collapsed on the long couch, freshly showered but still feeling like she’d been steamrolled by a stampede. She hadn’t felt the ache while in the bathroom probably because her body had gone temporarily numb and no, she hadn’t offered any noble guard to join her. Asher had taken that position all on his own — and she was too tired to tempt him.

Now, with her muscles screaming and her limbs stiff as stone, reality was back with a vengeance.

taken Lunaris Academy’s training schedule into

solely on Commander Malakai’s curriculum, they wouldn’t be the good fighters they

was skilled, no doubt, but Violet wasn’t like them. She was a conscripted student, shoved into the academy only in her final

you think she’s

from the corner, as if he was afraid he

think so. Her

cutting him off and drawing both their

"Oh. There she is."

onto her back with a tired sigh just as Roman and Alaric eased onto the

you feel?"

exhaling dramatically. "I can’t even

as expected," Roman said with a shrug. "Don’t

the back of her throat knowing getting used to this

ease the pain," Roman said suddenly, and Violet lifted a brow that no doubt questioned

leg without permission and hauled

to get into your pants."

into her calf muscle and the breath left her body in a traitorous sigh. God, this felt good. His hands were good. Roman was

like seduction,

in the art of massage, Alaric’s fingers slid beneath the fabric of her shirt to knead at the sore muscle near her collarbone. A jolt of warmth shot through Violet and her entire body tensed,

care of you." Alaric told her, pressing deeper into

arms bracketed her as he dutifully rolled the knots from her shoulders with the kind of pressure

two men would be the death

circling his thumbs into the tight knots and Violet sighed, her head tipping slightly

bliss.

hands slid higher up

her spine.

just like that, Roman withdrew his hand like he

him, stunned, her cheeks flushed and heartbeat quicker than normal. Most

word and Roman just resumed massaging her outer thigh carefully, and respectfully now, while Alaric continued working her

moans that made Violet want to slap herself escaped her lips. But gods, it felt too good to tell them to stop. Roman and Alaric’s hands moved

some point, her muscles gave out and her mind drifted. Her

Violet even realized it, she

night, she was not alone

powerful, little sister. It took me quite a lot

was stunned when she saw her half brother waltz into

the school’s entire female population. His dark wavy hair was tousled effortlessly, while his hazel eyes flecked with