Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Elsie’s Secret Uncovered

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This Chapter contains scenes of obsessive sexual fantasy, power play, and non-explicit but intense suggestive content. Themes of emotional manipulation, unhealthy fixation, and simulated dominance/submission dynamics are present. Reader discretion is advised.

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Elsie Lyka Lancaster always wore a tight, perfect mask. But right now, that mask was cracking, even though she covered it up by laughing too hard at the jokes those bimbos told. Even though she drank like hell to drown the blinding white-hot anger running through her veins.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

The audacity of that bitch.

Still, she didn’t let it show. Keep your composure, her mother Caroline had drilled into her since she could talk. If you must fall apart, never do it in public.

So Elsie danced harder, smiling through the irritation that buzzed like an itch beneath her skin, refusing to let it win.

But as soon as the last guest was gone, leaving just her and Grace, she let the monster out.

"Damn it!" Elsie screamed, grabbing one of the glass cups and hurling it against the wall. The sound of shattering glass gave her some sort of satisfaction. She felt better releasing her frustration this way. But it still wasn’t enough.

At once, Elsie’s gaze drifted to Grace, and she made up her mind like a lioness who had just decided on which prey to pounce on. She strode over to where Grace was cleaning up and grasped her cheeks tightly, the pressure almost painful.

Grace winced, her heart racing as she looked into Elsie’s intense gaze. "What did I do wrong this time?" she asked fearfully.

"Nothing. It’s simply time to play games, Gracey," Elsie said cryptically.

But at the mention of games, Grace’s fear vanished, replaced by a spark of excitement that danced across her eyes. "As you wish, Elsie," she replied, her voice tinged with what sounded like delight.

Then Grace disappeared into the adjoining room, the door creaking slightly behind her while Elsie waited with anticipation. When she returned, her face was obscured by a meticulously crafted mask resembling Asher.

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

The mask was an uncanny likeness, capturing Asher’s features in a way that was both artful and eerie. But the mask was only part of the transformation because Grace also held a wicked-looking whip, its leather tightly braided.

Instead of being freaked out or even questioning the weird transformation, the queen bee’s demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to Grace, her hips swaying, and sank to her knees with sultry grace.

"I need to confess something, Alpha Asher. I’ve been a bad girl," she purred, her voice dripping with desire.

Grace, now fully embodying Asher’s persona, straightened her posture and adopted an authoritative tone. "Good. Bad girls need to be punished. Now go kneel before the couch and accept your punishment," she commanded.

"Yes, Alpha Asher." Elsie Lancaster was all in with complete seriousness.