Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 437: Bonding Retreat

"That fucking bitch!" Asher roared, hurling his phone against the wall with such force that it shattered on impact.

As if that wasn’t enough, he kicked the couch, but it didn’t give him the satisfaction he was craving. So he

slammed his fist into the wall instead.

"Asher!" Violet shouted, horrified.

She rushed over, grabbing his arm. "Stop it, Asher!" she yelled, pulling his hand away from the cracked plaster

and turning him to face her. "Stop it right now!"

"Calm down, dude!" Roman added, equally stunned by the sudden outburst.

Although Asher stopped lashing out, the fury still burned in his voice. "She fucking betrayed me! The fifth house

was supposed to be yours!"

"I know," Violet said gently. "But that’s not a reason to hurt yourself."

Her eyes welled with tears as she gently took his bruised hand in hers. "It’s not worth it."

As was common with werewolves, it was not surprising to Violet when the wound healed right before her eyes,

but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Asher was so used to the idea of pain that getting hurt felt completely normal

to him. But that shouldn't be the case.

Knowing that Violet was hurting because of him made the ache in his chest burn hotter than the anger tearing

through him. He didn’t want to see her cry for him.

Asher whispered, "Everything was supposed to be perfect. It was my gift to you. You're supposed to rule

alongside us."

"I know, Asher. But even you have to admit there are too many thrones waiting forto rule." She grasped his

face, her voice steady with conviction. "I don’t need you to buildselaborate kingdom as a gift. You're all

| need, Asher. Just you."

Unable to hold back anymore, Asher grabbed her face and crushed his mouth to hers. He kissed her hard,

pouring all of his emotions into it. The anger, pain. Eveything.

Asher sucked on her lower lip first, then bit it, pulling a small gasp from her. His tongue then followed, tasting her

deep, slowly, and filthy. Like he needed her in his lungs just to breathe.

One of his hands slid down, gripping her ass hard, dragging her flush against him. Violet felt every inch of his

need, thick and pressed into her like he could very much brand her with it.

When he moved against her, Violet moaned against his mouth, her fingers fisting the back of his shirt, with her

knees already going weak. Asher knew her to destroy her completely.

When he finally pulled back, Violet stumbled slightly. Her lips were red and parted, her breath ragged and her

eyes glassy. Her head wasn’t just spinning, she felt drunk on him.

Asher’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide. The way he looked at her, Violet had an idea what was going

through his mind right now.

"Someone definitely turned the heat on," Roman whistled, fanning his face tically.

Violet flushed a deep shade of red, unlike Asher, who returned to his usual unreadable expression.

"Who do you think pulled this off? Or did Jameson intentionally screw us over?" Roman asked.

"Jameson probably did," Griffin said. "She made it clear Violet and | had to do an interview today. This is probably

her getting back at us. "

"I think so too," Alaric added. "She likely struck a deal with Natalie's father. Let his daughter be the face of

reform, and in return, he helps her keep her job. A win-win for the both of them."

"Such decisions wouldn't get through without Elijah signing off," Asher muttered. "He probably saw through our

plan and decided Natalie was the safer option."

"Not to mention," Violet cut in, "I'm now allegedly West House. There's no way he'd want to hand that much

power to me."

"Exactly," Asher said. "The man already hates our guts. Wouldn't be a shock if he’s redirected that hate right at

you too."

Roman slapped his hand against his thigh with a loud smack. "You know what this calls for?" he asked, eyes

gleaming.

There was silence in the room. Everyone blinked at him, offering nothing but a collection of blank, suspicious

stares.

He threw his hands in the air. "A fucking vacation, baby!"

There was still no reaction.

"I'm serious! Alaric already booked out the entire lodge. | say we take full advantage of it and deal with our

problems later. Our haters can go fuck themselves."

"What about school?" Alaric asked, skeptical of the whole thing.

Roman gave him a flat look. "Do you want to think about school right now?"

"No," Alaric admitted without hesitation.

"Exactly what I'm talking about."

Asher said. "Only if Violet agrees."

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Violet's jaw dropped. Just like that. They've solved her problems.

Roman pointed a finger like a salesman sealing the deal. "Just say yes, baby. You know you want it."

He wasn’t wrong. She did. Every part of her wanted to be with them and away from the chaos of Lunaris

Academy.

"Fine," she said, biting back a smile. "Yes, let's do it."

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"Con, boys!" Roman yelled triumphantly. "It's a goddamn bonding retreat!"

Alaric just shook his head with a fond

smile while Asher looked like he already regretted saying yes.

As for Griffin, he had never looked more satisfied.