Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 601

Chapter 601: Good Dream

“You should rest your mind, Alpha,” the healer told Asher as he kept lifting his head, trying to catch snippets of Roman and Irene’s hushed argument by the doorway.

But Asher was stubborn. Call it instinct, but something was going on. More than once, he caught Roman peering at him, as if trying to ensure he wasn’t listening in. That only made Asher more determined.

He pushed his senses outward, calling on his wolf, straining to tune in when — smack!

The healer’s palm landed hard on his stomach, right above the wound. Pain shot through him, and Asher hissed through his teeth.

“I said rest yourself.” The woman fixed him with a disapproving glare, the kind reserved for children caught misbehaving.

“How dare you!” Asher snarled back, his slitted eyes flashing with anger. “I am your Alpha!”

But the older woman was not moved one bit. If anything, she pressed the medicine deeper into the wound.

The arrogance of the boy. Threatening her just because he was now Alpha. He had been in diapers when she was already at the peak of her craft. Tsk. Children these days.

“Yes, there. The medicine is doing its work,” she said calmly, as if he hadn’t threatened her at all.

At that, Asher gritted his teeth. He could only endure her rough hands and blame his own cursed luck. Nonetheless, he had to find out what was going on.

He asked her, “What are they talking about?”

“None of your business, young Alpha. You’ve fought your battle and won. You can’t carry the world’s problems on your shoulder. Now let the others share a part of that burden.”

Asher groaned, rubbing his temple. He knew it. Something was going on, and they were hiding it from him. He could hear from the woman’s dismissive words.

“You should rest.” The healer told him with a tone of finality.

“I can’t rest,” Asher said, almost pleading. “Just tell me.”

“Don’t worry, you will.” The healer said with confidence. “There’s a sleeping draught mixed into the poultice. You don’t have to worry yourself.”

“What?”

It hit Asher then that the warmth crawling through his body was the drug already doing its work.

“Fuck my life,” he muttered bitterly.

Before before the fog could claim him fully, he asked quickly, “Did anyone die?” That had been his first fear. It was the only reason they would keep him in the dark.

The first face that came to his mind was Violet’s. The thought of her lifeless made his chest seize. But if anything had happened to Violet, Roman would have felt the searing pain through the bond. That gave him hope, and it was the only reason he didn’t tear down the doorway demanding answers.

“No one died,” the healer answered calmly. “At least not anyone of importance to you. Now sleep, Alpha Asher. You have a long night ahead of you.”

Relief slid through him, loosening the tension in his chest. “Thank you,” Asher whispered, his voice ragged.

This time, there was no fight left in him. He closed his eyes and let the effect of the drug drag him under, surrendering to the darkness.

The last face Asher had in mind before the drug dragged him under was Violet. Which was why waking to see her in bed with him, nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs.

His lips parted, disbelief in his voice. “This has to be a dream, right? Because there’s no way you’d plan a surprise trip back to the West pack, and Roman of all people would leave you with me without hoarding you for himself.”

Violet’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Roman would be so delighted to hear you know him that well.”

Asher couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. But the laughter died quickly as it dawned on him. “Wait.” His tone dipped dangerously. “Didn’t I warn you about the danger of dreamwalking?”

Violet didn’t argue back, instead she whispered, “I missed you.”

At once, the anger vanished, leaving behind only raw ache. Though he was still mad—damn her for risking herself like this—but it was drowned by the hollow emptiness her absence had carved in him these past days.

He moved before he could stop himself. His calloused hands cupped her face, and kissed her hard. It was a silent confession of how badly he needed her.

Violet answered with equal fire, her lips moving fiercely against his while her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself to him.

When they pulled apart, breathless, Asher’s forehead rested against hers. His voice, though rough, carried the softest edge of worry. “Are you okay? Tell me.” His breathtaking slitted eyes searched hers. “Did anything happen in the North pack?”

Violet tilted her head at him. “Didn’t you hear? Patrick attacked the North pack.”

Asher’s whole body went rigid, and he pushed himself up on his elbows. “What? So this is what they didn’t want to tell me?” He looked genuinely furious, his chest rising with shallow, angry breaths.

“They probably didn’t want to worry you,” Violet said gently, trying to soften his expression. “We’re all good here. Griffin gave me the news.” She flashed him a teasing grin. “Or rather, should I call you Alpha Asher now?”

Asher narrowed his eyes at her, catching her attempt at humor. He appreciated it, but it still gnawed at him that Roman, Irene and the others had hidden something this serious from him. “I’m coming to the North pack first thing tomorrow morning,” he said with no room for argument in his tone.

Violet immediately rolled her eyes. “This is exactly why they kept the news from you. You might have eliminated Dominic, but there are still others who’d strike the second they sniff weakness. You need to solidify your position before making reckless moves, Asher.”

Her words stung, mostly because she was right. Asher exhaled slowly. “Then I’ll close up every loose point here as fast as possible, and when I’m done…” His eyes locked with hers. “I’ll hurry to the North pack, so we can be together.” He took her hand and intertwined them together.

“Sure.” Violet held onto him tightly.

“And no more dreamwalking,” Asher commanded.

“As you wish, Alpha Asher,” Violet said with a little bow of mock obedience.

That made him smirk, the anger melting into sly amusement. “Good. But…” His hand shot out, tugging her closer, his grin wicked. “Since the mistake’s already been made, we better make the best of it…”

Violet’s eyes widened. “Asher—!” she squealed as he suddenly tackled her back into the bed, his weight pinning her down, laughter rumbling low in his chest.

Asher’s voice was almost a growl against her ear. “The last time you dreamwalked, the others were here. But now…” His lips brushed her temple. “…we’re all alone.”

Before Violet could answer, his mouth was on her throat, trailing slow kisses down the slope of her neck. She gasped, her back arching instinctively, shivers racing through her body.

His lips moved lower, over her collarbone, then dipping toward the swell of her cleavage. Every brush of his mouth drew a helpless sound from her, as if he knew every weakness she tried to hide.

Then, before Violet could catch her breath, her eyes widened in shock. Her clothes were gone. Not just hers, but his too. The both of them were baked, his bare skin pressed against hers.

“How did you… ?” Her breath caught.

A smug smile formed across Asher’s lips. “In the dream world, anything is possible.” His eyes glinted with mischief and hunger all at once. “And that means I could do anything to you without risk of dying.”

Violet’s heart stuttered, her breath coming faster at his words. She knew exactly what he meant, and her body trembled with anticipation.

His lips covered hers again, this time slower, deeper, as though he had all the time in the world to savor her. The kiss devoured her, and she melted into it, surrendering to him.

Then, without warning, a gasp tore from her lips as he slid inside her. It was only a dream, but it felt devastatingly real. Asher’s grin was feral now, satisfied.

“Feels great, even for a dream, right?” he murmured against her mouth.

Violet could only nod, her breath short, while her body was alive with sensation. “Yes…”

Asher began to move, slow at first, then deeper, harder, until she clutched at him with no thought but the fire consuming her. Violet let go completely, giving herself to him body, mind, and spirit. Her cry split the air when release hit her, and Asher groaned with her, collapsing against her chest, both of them shaking.

For a while, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then his lips moved again, planting small, tender kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth, as though he couldn’t stop worshipping her. Finally, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close with a satisfied smile.

Meanwhile, in the real world…

Roman stood at the foot of Asher’s bed, arms crossed, and his expression twisted with curiosity.

He muttered to Jeremiah, who stood beside him. “Why is he smiling in his sleep?”

Jeremiah glanced at the sight of Asher sprawled out, the faintest grin tugging at his lips even in unconsciousness.

He shrugged. “I have no idea.”

Do you know?

Today, October 3rd, marks the exact day I decided to start creating Defy The Alphas here on this platform.

Looking back, I’m so grateful for how far this book has come, the growth, the twists and turns in the story, and the journey it’s taken me on as a writer.

But most of all, I want to say thank you. To everyone who has read, supported, commented, voted, shared, and cheered me on from the very beginning until now. You are the reason this book lives and breathes.

This story wouldn’t be where it is without you. Here’s to even more chapters, more growth, and more unforgettable moments together.

Thank you so much for being part of this journey.

Yours Glimmy