"What’s happening?" Violet’s voice cracked with fear. She cast a desperate glance around the circle of werewolves surrounding her, but no one answered. Not even Asher.
Instead, they began to strip.
"What the hell..." she whispered, watching every single one of them
remove their clothing.
It didn’t stop at shirts. To Violet’s mounting horror, they undressed completely. In no time, every werewolf stood before her, stark naked.
Violet froze, her muscles locking in place as she was overwhelmed by panic and disbelief. She could have turned away, but where? She was surrounded, hemmed in on every side by naked werewolves.
Her feet felt glued to the ground, her tongue heavy in her mouth. Her wide, golden eyes bulging as they involuntarily took in the sight of so much exposed flesh.
And there, standing directly in front of her, was Asher.
Her gaze locked on him, trailing over his broad shoulders and down his muscular frame. She wanted to scream, to demand an explanation for what was happening, but her focus wavered as she noticed something that made her pause.
Scars.
Asher’s body was riddled with them. Jagged, cruel scars marred his otherwise flawless skin. Some of the scars were faint and old, while others looked more recent, as though they’d refused to fade.
Violet’s heart clenched in her chest. She didn’t understand why, but staring at those scars felt like someone had physically squeezed her soul. Werewolves were known for their rapid healing abilities, their bodies rarely leaving any trace of injury behind. And yet these scars remained. There was only one weapon capable of leaving such marks
Silver.
From the look, it was obvious that someone had tortured Asher, over and over, with silver. Who could have done such a thing to him? And why? Violet didn’t know why it mattered so much to her, but an unexpected great anger surged through her. Whoever had done this to him, they deserved to pay.
"Like what you see, princess?" Asher’s teasing voice broke through her reverie, shattering the moment like glass.
Violet’s head snapped up, anger flashing in her golden eyes. How could he smile at a time like this? After everything someone had put him through? And yet, his teasing words unintentionally drew her gaze downward again.
Her breath hitched for an entirely different reason.
A very prominent, very large erection jutted out boldly in front of him.
Asher made no attempt to hide it. His unashamed desire was written all over his smug expression.
Her cheeks burned as rage mingled with embarrassment. He was shameless, absolutely shameless.
Determined to look anywhere but at him, Violet turned her head, only for her gaze to land on Griffin.
Grinding her teeth, Violet tried to look away, only for her gaze to unfortunately land on Griffin next.
The Cardinal Alpha was a walking tower of muscle. Built like a mammoth, his body rippling with stocky muscles that spoke of brute strength. And unfortunately, her eyes betrayed her yet again, landing on his... thing.
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