Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Silver Glade

The ground beneath Violet’s feet was uneven, and with the bag over her head, it meant her steps were blind and uncertain. Hence it wasn’t surprising when she stumbled, her foot catching on what felt like a root or a rock.

"Easy," Alaric whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he caught her.

As if she wanted the hands of that betrayer on her body.

Nonetheless, that proximity was all she needed. Violet drove her elbow into his gut with all the force she could muster.

Alaric let out a sharp oof, the sound of air forcibly leaving his lungs. Pain lanced through his stomach, and for a moment, he doubled over, cursing under his breath. Damn it, she was quite strong for a human!

"Okay, I deserved that," he admitted, voice strained as he straightened, trying to catch his breath.

Violet wasn’t done with him. Following the direction of his voice, she twisted, aiming another strike, but this time, her boyfriend was ready.

He caught her easily, his grip firm as he halted her struggles. "That’s enough, little minx, before you hurt yourself." He called her with his usual endearment.

Violet went still for a split seconds before raw, blistering rage ignited like an explosion inside of her.

"Don’t you dare call me minx!" she spat, her breath hot against his face even through the fabric of the bag.

The sheer hatred in her tone sent a feeling of unease through Alaric, not because he feared her, but because of the shift in their relationship. Right now, Violet sounded like she’d tear his throat out if she had the chance.

Violet’s mind burned with his betrayal.

How dare he? How dare he use that name!

She just couldn’t believe that the same hands that had made her tremble with pleasure moments ago were now dragging her away into some twisted, sadistic hazing event.

It made her sick.

His grip easing just slightly and rested on her shoulder. "I did give you a hint about the game." Alaric defended himself.

Violet twisted against his hold, wishing she could see his face and gauge his expression.

But despite the darkness shrouding her vision, she injected every ounce of venom she had into her voice as she snarled, "Yeah, I just didn’t expect you to be part of it."

Alaric’s fingers tightened, just for a moment. "I have no choice."

"Everyone has a choice," she hissed. "You could have let me escape."

A dry scoff left Alaric’s lips. "Is that what you think?" His voice dropped lower, an edge to it. "This plan has been in motion since before you were admitted to Lunaris Academy. You were never going to make it out of here. Not with wolves hiding in the dark, waiting to pick off the stragglers."

Violet’s breath caught. The way he said it, so matter-of-fact, sent an icy chill through her.

"To think I thought Asher was the worst," she said, voice dripping with acid. "But you’re no different."

Alaric hesitated for a beat.

And damn it, she wished she could see his face to see if her words had struck something in him. Did he even care? Did he feel an ounce of guilt?

Then, he exhaled. "This is tradition, Violet. It’s not as bad as you think."

Not as bad? Not as bad?!

He continued, "You just have to prove yourself. And no matter what you think of me, I’m still on your side. I won’t let you end up with Asher."

Even blind, Violet could feel the added meaning beneath those words. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}