Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Bleed For You

Asher paused, ensuring every single eye remained on him before he continued. "There will be a bonfire party on Friday night."

The announcement was met with thunderous cheers and whoops of excitement, the entire hall erupting in joy. Clearly, these Lunaris students loved their parties as much as they loved their bullying. Violet, however, had already decided she wasn’t going. She had no interest in mingling with this crowd, especially under Asher’s watchful eye.

But as if he could read her mind—no, he didn’t need to read her mind; he just knew how her mind worked—Asher’s voice cut through the celebrations.

"Attendance is mandatory for all houses. There will be no absences. Anyone who skips will face serious consequences from their respective alphas."

And it was unfortunate he was her Alpha. Fuck her life.

His piercing gaze found hers across the room, and Violet’s blood boiled. He didn’t need to say her name; the message was clear. You will be there, Violet Purple.

Violet’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing in fury as she locked stares with him. But Asher, being Asher, didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk deepened, infuriatingly calm and self-assured.

"And that would be all for now," he concluded, his voice as smooth as silk. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "See you all on Friday night!"

The students roared with approval, their cheers echoing through the hall as Asher sat back down and casually drained his wine in one swift gulp. But his eyes never left hers. Even amidst the renewed chatter and excitement over the announcement, he watched her smugly.

Violet’s glare could have melted steel, but it didn’t faze Asher. Instead, his smirk widened, as if he were enjoying every second of her silent rebellion.

Before Violet could process what was happening, someone got in the way, breaking the contact. Asher’s smirking gaze was forced to shift, and before Violet could blink, Elsie Lyka Lancaster had slinked onto his lap.

The move was intentional on her part. Elsie straddled Asher like it was her throne and he was her willing subject. With an air of ownership, she grabbed his face and kissed him, a bold, unapologetic kiss that left no room for doubt about her intentions.

This wasn’t a kiss born out of love. No, it was a declaration, loud and clear for all to see. It was Elsie’s way of saying, He belongs to me.

She didn’t care about what Violet Purple had done or what games she played. The cardinal alphas were hers—her toys, her conquests, her pieces in the grand game she ruled.

Violet felt her stomach churn. She hated the sight of it, hated how Elsie’s blonde hair shimmered under the lights as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, hated the way Asher didn’t push her off but instead let it happen. And most of all, she wished she could wring the bitch’s pretty neck until she became a thousand broken pieces.

"Violet!"