Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 846

Chapter 846: A Love Written In Stars

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Violet knew the exact moment Baron’s influence left Asher’s body. His eyes went unfocused for the briefest second and then snapped back to her, cold and resolved.

He was going to kill her.

"A-Asher—" Violet tried to speak, but his grip tightened around her neck.

Her breath hitched. He was crushing her throat so hard hot tears sprang into her eyes.

"D-don’t..." she gasped, clawing at his arm, hitting him in desperation but it did nothing.

He was Asher fucking Nightshade, for goddess’ sake. If there was anyone strong enough to fight this, it was him. Yet, there was not a single flicker of recognition in his gaze.

It was as if he didn’t see her at all. She wasn’t his Violet anymore, just a problem he had to eliminate. At this rate, Asher was actually going to kill her.

No, not happening!

She twisted suddenly, hooking her leg around his and dropping her weight in one sharp motion— a move he had taught her himself. It didn’t break his grip completely, but it shifted his balance just enough for her to wrench herself free.

Violet staggered back, coughing hard, dragging in air as she rubbed her burning throat that would no doubt bruise.

Her eyes snapped back to him just in time to see Asher reach down and pull a dagger from the strap at his boot.

Fuck her life. The love of her life was genuinely trying to delete her from existence.

This was a dilemma. A very deadly one.

Asher was strong, for sure, but not stronger than her powers. A single careless blast of her darkness and she would lose him forever.

But of course, Baron knew that. He couldn’t control the others, so he chose Asher, the strongest and the most vulnerable without the bond.

Violet’s jaw tightened. No, she refused to accept this. Baron had to be wrong. There had to be a way to remove the leecher without killing him. There had to be.

Asher twirled the dagger lazily in his hand, an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Wolves are vulnerable to silver," he said. "Fae to Iron. Tell me, Princess Violet, what is a hybrid like you vulnerable to?"

Violet didn’t hesitate. She met his eyes and answered directly, "You."

For a split second, an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes, and Asher looked almost startled. But it was gone as soon as it came.

"Good," he said, a slow, twisted smile forming. "That makes this easier."

That was when the idea clicked.

Right now, Asher was looking at her like he barely knew her, and that was exactly the problem. She had to make him remember. She had to give him a reason to fight this leech.

Violet barely snapped out of the thought before Asher lunged. She dodged but not fast enough, the blade sliced across her middle.

Violet flinched, expecting pain to follow but nothing of that nature happened. There was no sight of any blood.

"The suit..." she muttered under her breath as realization hit. It protected her as the Fae said it would.

Even Asher paused in surprise, clearly expecting the strike to land. Then pivoted and drove a roundhouse kick straight into him, sending him stumbling back.

Asher spat out blood onto the ground, his chest rising and falling as he steadied himself.

Violet stood a few feet away, her hands raised in a fighting stance, her eyes locked on him even as she said, "We don’t have to do this, Asher. You are bigger than this. You cannot let Baron win!"

"He’s won already!" Asher lunged at her with a manic smile, but Violet moved the earth beneath his feet and he tripped, falling hard onto his face.

In the next second, she was crouched beside him, leaning in close as she said through gritted teeth, "The Asher I know would fight this, so stop being cozy in there and fight this, my deadly Nightingale."

Those words might have been romantic, but they weren’t enough to reach him. Asher moved suddenly, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it straight into her face.

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