Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845: Would You Die For Love?

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Violet beat her wings faster than she ever had in her life, the powerful strokes slashing through the air as Asher’s scream echoed across the sky.

Below, some of the Fae still fighting looked up in alarm at the sight of a body plummeting from the heavens. Panic broke out instantly and several scattered out of the way, not wanting to be flattened by a falling Alpha.

But Violet flew past them in a blur and at the very last second, caught him.

"Got you," Violet breathed, her heart pounding so violently she could feel it in her throat.

She had genuinely not thought she would make it in time.

Asher chuckled. A low, dark sound that did not belong in this moment.

"This is going to be fun," he murmured, looking up at her. "What exactly do you plan to do with me, princess?"

Violet’s brows furrowed. That was the problem, she didn’t know. Violet barely understood what was happening beyond one terrifying truth: Asher was not himself.

Whatever had gotten into him was dangerous enough to turn him against her, thus she needed him away from here.

As worried as Violet was about Queen Seraphira and the Fae Realm, they could hold their own for now.

Asher needed her.

So Violet flew with Asher in her arms. She shot past the palace with no destination in mind, the wind whipping violently around them as she pushed herself farther and farther from the fight.

She flew for what felt like forever before finally spotting a wide field overflowing with beautiful purple flowers, untouched and far from any settlement.

Perfect.

With a wave of her hand, she cleared a space in the middle of it, the flowers flattening and parting beneath her magic.

Then she dropped Asher as if he was a sack of potatoes. As much as Violet cared about him, she was fucking pissed right now.

He fell the last few meters and hit the ground with a rough grunt before Violet landed a second later.

She straightened and looked around carefully. There were no houses for miles.

Good. If she lost control here, no one else would die for it.

Asher rose to his feet, coughing and spitting out crushed petals and flowers he had accidentally swallowed on impact.

He lifted his head and found Violet standing right in front of him.

Her expression was austere.

"Who are you," she demanded, her voice sharp as steel, "and what are you doing in his body?"

Asher’s lips curved slowly to the side in a smile that did not belong to him.

"I thought you would never ask."

Almost immediately, something changed like a shadow slipping over his body. Asher’s posture straightened just slightly, and when he looked at her again, those slitted eyes were no longer familiar.

They were cold, hard and empty.

"Princess Violet." The title was spat with such hatred it sent a chill down her spine.

Violet’s eyes narrowed as recognition struck.

"Baron."

Her hands balled into fists at her sides.

"You fucking bastard."

Baron—wearing Asher’s face—laughed.

"Really?" he drawled. "Bastard? That’s all you have to say?"

Violet didn’t react, her gaze remained ice cold.

"How are you doing this?" she demanded. "What have you done to Asher?"

Baron tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was something amusing.

"You silly thing," he said, almost lazily. "Sauntering into the Fae Realm like you owned it when you clearly understand nothing."

"But don’t worry, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly where you stand."

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