Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Nightmarish Day

Violet Purple found herself back at the club. The music was loud again, the bass pounding in her bones, while the lights strobed in disorienting reds and blacks.

Right now she was on Asher’s lap, riding him like she was an addict and he was the high she chased. Asher’s head was tipped back against the plush couch, his jaw clenched and mouth slack in ecstasy, while his hands gripped her hips tightly.

His slitted pupils were blown wide, devouring her as she moaned, grinding harder, and harder like nothing else mattered. That was until blood tickled from his nose.

"What the fuck?" Asher mumbled, lifting his hand to wipe it away.

Violet saw it and didn’t care. Even when his body suddenly jerked beneath her, spasming uncontrollably, she didn’t stop. Her hips kept moving with feverish want.

Asher’s hands slipped from her waist as he convulsed, veins bulging grotesquely on his neck. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Still, Violet rode him, her own head falling back, her lips parted in some sick, twisted rapture. A breathless, euphoric laugh tumbled from her throat.

Violet blinked and looked up when the first sticky drop hit her shoulder. And then she saw it, or rather, them.

Suspended from the ceiling, like marionettes held up by barbed wire, were Roman, Alaric, and Griffin strung in nightmarish contortions. Their bodies were slashed open in places where no one should be touched, their limbs twisted in angles that defied anatomy. Hollow, gaping sockets stared down at her, mouths frozen in eternal screams.

And from their mutilated forms, the blood dripped onto her and Asher.

The blood smeared down her thighs, streaked her stomach, and painted her breasts. But instead of screaming in terror, Violet lifted her hands and began to laugh.

She laughed like it was the sweetest rain she’d ever known, and bathed in it. She rubbed the blood onto her skin, licking her fingers with a moan.

Asher’s body beneath her had gone cold, his head lolled to the side. His dead eyes stared up at her, mouth still ajar in that last twisted moment of pleasure.

Eyes that seemed to accuse her for killing him.

Violet shot up in bed with a gasp, hand on her chest. She was covered in sweat and her heart pounded like a caged animal. She looked down and to her relief, her hands were clean.

There was no blood. No bodies on the roof and thankfully, she was not in any club.

Violet groaned, running her clammy hands down her face. What kind of twisted nightmare was that?

She hated this.

Violet tapped her phone beside her and the glow from the phone’s screen showed that it was 3:07 AM.

"Dear God." she muttered with frustration.

Couldn’t morning come any quicker? Violet was eager to see Lila and get the answers she needed.

With a sigh, she climbed out of bed and padded barefoot to the kitchen to get some water to drink. The house was so quiet that if one dropped a pin, it would echo.

Violet opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle, and tipped it up. Cold water rushed down her throat and she drank to her full. God, that was refreshing.

Violet was just about to close the fridge when she froze.

Something felt off.

The air was suddenly too still. A prickling dread crawled down her spine and Violet had long since learned to trust that feeling. Her instincts never lied.