Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Division Of Alphas

There was no rule that banned students from returning to the start of the race to get help. If there was, no one had mentioned it, and Violet would plead ignorance if it were judged.

At first, Violet walked briskly, then, as the urgency of the dwindling time pressed down on her, her pace quickened into a jog, then a full sprint.

Rain pelted her face, her damp clothes clinging to her skin, and the slippery path was treacherous, but Violet didn’t stop.

The werewolves noticed her approach immediately. Their keen gazes followed her, curiosity twinkling in their eyes like embers waiting to ignite.

Asher’s brows lifted in mild surprise while Griffin and Roman pinned her with their gazes, trying to guess her intention.

Alaric, who had been leaning against a branch, looking utterly bored, stiffened when he saw her coming. He straightened, his expression tightening with concern.

Violet didn’t realize how furious she must have looked striding toward Asher until one of the wolves muttered under his breath, "She’s going to punch him."

Alaric must have thought the same because he moved into her path, his jaw tight and his face painted with guilt. "Violet—"

But Violet didn’t stop. She didn’t even acknowledge him. She walked straight past him, as if he were nothing but a shadow in her periphery.

There was only one person who had what she needed, and she was going to take it from him.

Asher.

The slitted gray-eyed Alpha oozed nothing but arrogance as she closed the distance between them.

"Calm down, my little Violent queen," he taunted her, his voice a rich, velvety drawl. "I don’t think hitting me would help your situation right now."

Violet stopped right in front of Asher and regarded him thoroughly. Look at him, all smug and confident, thinking he had her all figured out.

Perhaps, he expected a slap, maybe a well-placed knee to his gut. Except Violet never had violence in mind from the start.

Before Asher could get another word out, Violet surged forward, gripping his hair and yanking his face down to hers. And then she kissed him. Hard.

For the first time that night, silence fell over the wolves.

Not just them. Asher himself froze, his cocky smirk vanishing into pure, stunned stillness. But it only lasted a fraction of a second before Asher recovered quickly, his instincts sharper than his shock.

A low, approving growl rumbled deep in his chest as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

Alaric, just as the others were frozen for a second, right before a snarl escaped his throat. How dare he!

Lightning snapped at his fingertips as his fury radiated in visible sparks of electricity. He lunged only for Griffin to seize his wrist, bracing himself as the crackling current jolted through his body. Yet he gritted his teeth, shaking his head at Alaric. This was not the time.

Alaric gave in hesitantly, but the glare he shot Asher was pure murder.

Violet might have started this, but Asher was the one in control now.

His lips moved against hers with slow agonizing confidence, teasing, claiming, and conquering. He sucked her bottom lip, then nipped at it, his sharp canines scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. It took every ounce of Violet’s self-control not to melt into him, and moan at the sheer intensity of it.

Asher’s grip tightened, his fingers splaying across her lower back as his tongue traced along the seam of her lips, coaxing them to open wider. When she refused, he nipped her bottom lip until he drew blood and that was enough to get her to open up.

His tongue slid against hers with searching hunger. He stroked and sucked until heat bloomed in her chest, spreading like wildfire down her spine, and pooling low in her stomach.

Fuck. She had to end this. Now.