Violet shivered under the steady stream of the shower, her body trembling even with the warmth of the water cascading over her.
However, the chill wasn’t from the temperature, but from her last encounter with Asher in the counselor’s office. And no matter how hard Violet tried to shake it, the memory clung to her like a second skin.
She could still feel the twist in her stomach, the way her anger had burned bright for a fleeting moment before being snuffed out by a cold, dark fear.
Asher was deadly serious. She had known from the look in his eyes, the way his hands gripped her wrists as though he was holding himself back from doing something even more dangerous.
Asher had not been making an idle threat. He meant every word. And now, those words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain.
Your first time is mine. You’re mine. Defy me, and I’ll kill him myself.
Violet closed her eyes tightly, leaning her forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
She had slapped him hard across the face before storming out, her hand still stinging from the impact even an hour later. But her anger hadn’t been enough to purge the gravity of his threat.
The first thing Violet had done was to run back to her dormitory in a haste to scrub away his scent and the lingering stain off her. And right now, with the shower beating down hard on her hair, Violet found herself questioning his threat once more.
Would Asher really go through with it? Would he actually kill not just an Alpha, but a cardinal alpha? Even when the implication was staggering?
Alaric wasn’t just a werewolf; he was a candidate for the Alpha king position. To harm him would mean inciting war, chaos, not just with the Alpha but with his pack back home. Surely Asher wouldn’t go that far. Especially not for something as trivial and barbaric as a claim on her virginity... right?
Unfortunately, Violet couldn’t ignore that
Asher was unpredictable. He wasn’t rational. He was a psycho, and Violet knew deep down that if he wanted to, he could end Alaric without a second thought.
He wouldn’t even need to bloody his hands. All he had to do was compel anyone to do his bidding, or even will Alaric to take his own life.
Alaric would be dead, and no one would ever suspect the truth. And just like that, he would reduce competition to the throne, even if it means leaving chaos and destruction in its wake.
The realization hit Violet like a punch to the gut: she had no choice. She had to end things with Alaric. If she wanted him to stay alive. freēwebnovel.com
Unless, of course, you gave yourself to Asher first, a sly voice whispered in the back of her mind.
As if you haven’t already cheated on him, the voice hissed again.
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