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.

of course, hadn’t taken Lunaris Academy’s training schedule

the alphas, combat class was good but not thorough. If they’d relied solely on Commander Malakai’s curriculum, they wouldn’t be the good fighters they were today.

them. She was a conscripted student, shoved into the academy

think

the corner, as if he

think so. Her

cutting him off and drawing

"Oh. There she is."

with a tired sigh just as Roman and Alaric eased onto the sofa. Roman settled near her feet, and

you feel?" Roman asked, brows

"I can’t

shrug. "Don’t worry,

throat knowing getting used to this meant she’d

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

his eyes then took her leg without permission and

trying to get into your pants." Roman

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

silky like seduction, "Relax and

fingers slid beneath the fabric of her shirt to knead at the sore muscle near her collarbone. A

and let us take care of you." Alaric told her, pressing deeper

with no choice, Violet groaned in surrender and shifted, sitting up just enough to lean back against Alaric’s chest. His arms bracketed her as he dutifully rolled the knots

be the death of

circling his thumbs into the tight knots and Violet

was bliss. Absolute, treacherous

higher up her thigh. Quite too high to be

lock with Roman’s, shivers creeping up her spine. He was already watching her, smirking like he

that, Roman withdrew his hand like he hadn’t just danced on

heartbeat quicker than normal. Most

massaging her outer thigh carefully, and respectfully

good to tell them to stop. Roman and Alaric’s hands moved in sync, tugging tension from every inch of her body, coaxing her deeper

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

Violet even realized it, she fell

was not alone in the dream

powerful, little sister. It took me quite a

her half brother waltz into her

why he easily got into the pants of nearly the school’s entire female population. His