Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 645: Don’t Want To Rule

Most villains never claimed to be one, but none were as dangerous as the ones who knew exactly what they were and relished being it.

And one of them happened to be her mother’s husband.

Or more accurately, her stepfather.

Violet mentally winced at the title. The idea of a father had always appealed to her once, but now? Her family tree was just so... messed up.

"We finally meet, daughter," Baron said in the most charming voice.

Oh, hell no. Violet recoiled mentally. She already had one psycho father, having two was taking it way too far.

But damn, her mother really did have a knack for choosing bad men.

Nonetheless, if he wanted to play this game, they’d play.

"No pleasure there at all, Baron," Violet replied coolly.

Instead of being offended by her sarcasm, Baron burst into laughter, as if this were all just entertainment to him.

Meanwhile, Asher, who had been silently watching from the side, studied the Fae Queen’s consort with cold calculation.

Finally, he said, "You’re the all-powerful Fae Queen, and yet you can’t get rid of him."

Before the Queen could answer, Baron’s attention had already shifted to Asher. Their gazes locked.

an instant, Asher compelled

victims of his compulsion went glassy-eyed within seconds, their will bending under his command. But Baron didn’t look dazed, if anything, he was puzzled, as if trying to decide

realization dawned on him, and his lips curved into a knowing grin, his

wolf with the mind ability." Baron laughed out loud, "Your little parlor trick might have worked on lesser creatures in the human realm but you

from Asher’s face, the shock tightening his jaw. His compulsion had always been his one unshakable weapon and now Baron had ripped it aside like

"And that brings me to ask, how’s

So

They asked in unison.

"What trial?"

way Seraphira glowered at him. She rubbed her forehead, "I was

unnecessary drama," Asher snapped, his defenses snapping back into place. He should have

all want our daughter to succeed in the trials, after

Flames crackled from her hands

it as if he were taking the air from around the

didn’t know which was more terrifying—the fact he could manipulate air, or the effortless precision with which he

but it’s untrained," Baron judged. "You’re easily flustered and hot-tempered. At this rate, you’re hopeless in the Trial of Ascension. But who knows, hope isn’t lost. If I train you, I

Violet spat, furious and

get an inch near her," Asher swore, his eyes gleaming with dark promise. The Fae was stronger obviously, but he would get the job

snorted. "It would be fun to watch you try." He clearly delighted in the fact that his life was linked with the Queen’s. If Asher killed him, the Fae Queen

to the Queen, his wife, "I’ll speak to the Court of the High Fae and persuade

hands curled into fists, her knuckles

wider for it. "Better hurry with

purpose—and that was ruining everyone’s mood—Baron pushed his chair back, stood, and said cheerfully, "Enjoy the rest of your meal. We

him go with intense gazes until the doors closed