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.

Asher compelled him. "Leave

his command. But Baron didn’t look dazed, if anything, he was puzzled, as if trying to decide whether to humor the

curved into a knowing grin, his irises

might have worked on lesser creatures

jaw. His compulsion had always

"And that brings me to ask, how’s

stiffened. So

They asked in unison.

"What trial?"

but pulp with the way Seraphira glowered at him. She rubbed her forehead, "I was planning to tell you after Breakfast but apparently someone just likes causing

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

all want our daughter to succeed

Flames crackled from her hands and shot

Baron moved his hand, and extinguished it as if he were taking the air from around the

which was more terrifying—the fact he could manipulate air, or the

hot-tempered. At this rate, you’re hopeless in the Trial of

over my dead body," Violet spat, furious and distrustful, unsure which

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

be fun to watch you try." He clearly delighted in the fact that his

to the Court of the High Fae and persuade them to move up the date. We can’t wait for our princess to

curled into fists,

the wider for it. "Better hurry with

the rest of your meal. We will meet again."

go with intense gazes until the doors